Twin clouds of diesel smoke, from a large Kenworth, in the sunset. Probably a Cat. Pulling an empty flat bed to an unknown location, That driver was off to the west, or the east, or the north or south.

When you drive, there is a certain romance about the sound of the engine, the weight of the load, and your destination. You may fear the mountains of the west and east, you may fear the cold of the north or the heat and humidity of the southeast.

You may find solace and poetry in the southwest.

And you may find yourself with a student driver or two that take you on some pretty wild rides. These are my stories - take from them what you will. Be assured that the life of the long haul driver is one of a gypsy, and the short haul driver one of the workman.

Stay tuned!