I’m not a trucker.

You guys talk of being able to eat and chat….

In 1985 I was driving a 24ft U-Haul from Rome Ny, to Sacramento. I was in the military and changing stations.

Near Waco Nebraska I ran into a blizzard. My first indication things were going to shit was when the semi in front of me was blown off the road. I tried a motel, no joy so I stopped at the truck stop. There was probably 200 trucks there. It was late at night and restaurant was closed but they had the coffee pots running. There were about 20 drivers sitting at some tables, all the booths were empty and the lights in that half of the place were off. I sat a ways away just listening. In a bit one of them called me over and offed a seat.

I sat there and talked with them until way late…. My dad was a retired weighmaster in Oregon. I mentioned they may not like him much and several of them knew who I was talking about. Said he was good guy.

It was a night I’ll never forget. I ended up curled up in a booth sleeping till morning. The freeway was hella washboarded when I left and over about 30 miles shook both bumpers off the U-Haul. All of it was quit the experience