This may ramble. At this point I'm so shook up I don't know if I should shit or go blind, but I want to write this while it's fresh in my mind, and right now I don't belong behind the wheel. 20 minutes ago I was going north on HWY 83 in Kansas. I was all alone, no one in front of, or behind me. This part of Kansas is very desolate, with not much traffic, which is why I love it. It's a road I'm very familiar with, as I have traveled it for years now. I was heading north bound on HWY 83 just south of Oakley Kansas. The
Last Nights Events
Aug. 12 2009
Reason for starting blog: Last nights events. Re: People who hate truckers. As I sit home, thankful I don't have to be in a truck today, which is where I love to be, I can't get the thoughts out of my head as to what happened last night. I was driving through Morton Minnesota on my way home. I stopped at the stop sign in town, Â and continued onward. I had about 45 minutes and I'd be home. About a block and a half in front of me I saw a lady and 3 kids in front of their house watching me come up the road in
