A Poem

I wrote this many years ago before Hubs came along. Most of it still holds true though. My love for trucking runs very deep.   Driving into the sunset tired as can be. Yet still grooving on trucking That’s the way it will always be. Turbo, straight pipes, and 18 wheels rolling That’s all I really need. A mix of power and freedom Keeps me riding. A disease is what some call it. I guess I could agree. When it comes right down to it, It’s all I’ll ever need.  

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