What's a Truck Driver?
HE’S A BIG GUY...He’s a small guy. He comes in all sizes and shapes...short, tall, skinny and fat. He comes in many moods...laughing, serious, happy and sad.
HE’S A TRUCK DRIVER!
He’s transportation with a grin on his face and distribution with a cocked left eyebrow. He hauls milk for the nation’s babies, dresses for the nation’s ladies, steel for our country’s defense and bread for the nation’s breakfast tables. Without him there would be no gasoline for the nation’s automobiles, raw materials for the nation’s industry, nor concrete to build the highways, or wood for buildings and no merchandise to spin the wheels of trade.
He’s progress with diesel fumes in his hair. He makes his living holding 40 tons of steel in his hands. He has the highway in his eyes...
HE’S A TRUCK DRIVER!
He likes straight highways, blonde waitresses, slot machines that pay off, friendly highway patrolmen and bonus checks.
He eats better than a banker, dresses like a Texas rancher, is more independent than a newly elected Senator. He can tell you where to get the best piece of apple pie on the highway...where the radar traps are, and which roads will make the fastest time.
He hates in the order named, phonies, road hogs, tough highway patrolmen, highway weight stations, steep hills, cackling cargo and weak coffee.
He’s America on wheels, big business with a road map in his pocket...the road is his home and he drives today so America can live tomorrow...
HE’S A TRUCK DRIVER!
Born 200 years ago, he would have been a buccaneer, a privateer, or a freebooting soldier of fortune...
Born 100 years ago he would have been a frontier scout, a stagecoach driver, a cow poke or a rider of the Pony Express.
He has eyes that look over mountains...an incurable optimist that will tell you the roads ahead will always be longer than those behind him.
He’s an authority on politics, women, highway construction and football, and has his own ideas how to run a trucking company... HE’S A TRUCK DRIVER!
He likes the feel of the night wind on his face and the throaty purr of a strong diesel.
He lives by the code of the road and passes no man by who needs a helping hand. Every trip he threatens to get off the road and live like other men...but, he never does, because the highway is a flirting Lorelei who hums a haunting tune for the men who forever chase the endless horizon on spinning wheels.
And when the tires sing and the road is straight and the moon is bright on a ribbon of cross country highway...he’s the happiest and most useful man in America.
HE’S A TRUCK DRIVER! AND HE IS PROUD OF HIS MOTTO
