You are dead on the mark Sergeant. Truckers are those dedicated souls braving the colds of Oregon in the hardest of winter, sweating across the hottest of Texas in the meanest of summer crossing the forgotten highways of America through the night for the sake of providing produce and gas to Everytown, USA. They work tirelessly, underpaid, pressured, taxed, and harried for little more than the happiness, comfort, wealth and security of unknown souls dotting the landscapes of America. They do it not for the money, it is for family and loved ones they endure this endless torture and with love.

I remember groveling underneath a 1995 Freightliner loaded to 82,000 pounds of produce to get through Donner Pass using tire chains in 1996. Wallflowers "5th Avenue Heartache" runs nonstop on the 8 speaker stereo while the drive schedule runs 24/7 until we get back to the yard in West Virginia weeks ahead. My partner is a guy from Pittsburgh I do not know who loves Bob Seger Silver Bullet Band and sleeps all day while I drove our rig 75 through the byways of Southern California. Romantic, no it is torture. You feel bewildered by the lack of sleep and you are never in the same town more than 30 minutes to an hour. A hotel room would be a luxury trip. Your arrival back home is 3 weeks away, and the guy you are living with has body odor. When you get home there is nothing there and in 4 days you are expected back at the yard. I would not wish it on anyone.