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Truck terror
There I am, cruising down the interstate. The distance between me and a truck in front of me closes so I slow down to match his speed at a safe distance. I look in my rear view mirror and there's another big rig right on my tail. I look to my left for an escape and there's a third big rig blocking my escape. They aren't intentionally trying to harm me, they are just there and I begin to tremble. I know it's likely one of them doesn't speak english but got his comercial driver's license anyway. I know one of them has been driving way too long and may nod off and drift out of his lane at any time. And I can be pretty sure one has a problem with uncontrolable rage. The equipment they are operating may be licensed in Mexico and the brakes may work properly...then again they may not. I can see one has tires that have gone way beyond their intended life and the truck in front of me doesn't have operating brake lights. I'm probably as close to death as I was when I was in combat.
They roll down the highway with 100,000 pound rigs at speeds beyond their control along with other vehicles that weigh less than one of their tires. They have to be randomly tested for drugs along with airline pilots and train engineers but most will argue they are being put upon because the have to. They are engaged in an extremely dangerous occupation with tremendous responsibilty yet they are being paid poorly and the are far from professional and responsible. The responsible, professionals used to be truck drivers but they were smart enough to be scared to death of what they were doing and moved on to other occupations.
If you think this is an exaggeration you probably enjoy your commute a lot better than I do. I know too much.
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