Big Time Truckin: True Trucking Stories
Dispatch 10: Serendipity
by Kirk Gonnsen
Some truck driver pulled some women from a burning car on the 401 last week. He wasn't the first one on the scene, other people watched in horror until this guy ran over and pulled them out. How come?
"Cuz, we driver's have seen it all," says a stereotypical voice in my demented head.
"True," says another. It is true. We see carnage everyday.
Another time, I saw this car on the side of the road with flames underneath it and the driver sitting inside talking on a cell phone, and this BIG TRUCK was pulled over and the truck driver was running toward the car with a fire extinguisher and he probably saved that dumbass civilian's life.
Another time this car flipped over on the icy interstate in northern Indiana and some truck
driver stopped and helped that family get out. And he gave them some blankets and a place to wait.
Also... there was this woman last week who pulled up beside me on I94 in Detroit, around 4 AM, and she pulled down her shorts and lifted her shirt and started rubbing herself all over and she was really getting into it and all that, and this broad was gorgeous (as the trucker's say), real nice, and then she drove up to the next truck and gave him a show too. The point being, I kept my truck on the highway; I didn't crash even though I wasn't even looking at the road for about 45 seconds.
And once, during a snow storm when only one lane was plowed, this car was real eager to get past a line of trucks on the 402, and when he got past me, squeezing me over to the unplowed shoulder, he sped up and lost it, spinning out of control, crashing into the snowy median. I laughed like hell, looking at that 'Suit' sitting in his car, banging on his steering wheel in frustration. I didn't see anybody pull over to help that bastard.
So I keep waiting and watching. Daydreaming about the accident that's going to change my life. The family I'll rescue. The damsel in distress. The pontiff in peril.
"What luck," they'll say as they see the outline of my Big Rig pulling over in the thick falling snow. "No," I'll reply, "that's just the life of the Truck Driver."
Epilogue
After I save the beautiful young woman from her crumpled car, she'll fall madly in love with me and we will live super-happily-ever-after in the lap of luxury with all her insurance money. And I'll still drive, once and a while, in case there's somebody else out there that needs my help... or scorn.
