My childhood dream, besides to become a writer, was to become a truck driver. In 1977 I joined the Army and in January of 1978 my company commander put me in a truck hauling sick troops, mail and chow. I was seventeen at the time and with only a few short breaks, I have since made my living with a steering wheel in my hand.
Trucking is a hard life.
If it were not for being trapped by an income I can't seem to find elsewhere, I would walk away from the transportation industry forever. Things are different now than when I was a kid. It seemed to me back then that most people respected the truckers. To us kids they were heroes. Now the prevalent attitude towards truckers seems to be annoyance at best.