Here's an article that was in this month's issue of the "The Long Haul." A magazine put out by the Flying J truckstop company. I really liked it, hope you enjoy it too!
The writer is V.C. Parker.
Who are America's professional drivers?
America's professional truck drivers are very independent men... and women.
They speak English, French, Spanish, Arabic, Kurdish, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, Indian, Polish and Czechoslovak.
They come in all shapes and sizes. Short and tall, husky and thin, bald and bushy, groomed and scruffy.
Some are young... Some are not.
They are single... They are married. Some have children... Some have grandchildren... Some don't.
They are transportation with a steadfast temperament... distribution with a diligent determination. Their time on the road is a barometer to the nation's economy.
They make their living steering 40 tons of steel and freight with their hands... Diesel fuel flows through their veins... Blacktop shines in their eyes.
They're America's Professional drivers.
They haul diapers for little babies, gowns for pretty ladies, food for growing families and medicine for those who are sick. They haul cars for personal commuting, books for leisure reading and treats for man's best friend.
Big boots and sneakers... Denim pants and T-shirts... Ball caps and do rags... They are philosophers with freight, businessmen with bills-of-lading and good Samarians with tire gauges.
They like the American flag, green lights, smooth ashphalt, regular routes, friendly food servers, a liveable wage and holidays at home.
They'd like a little more respect... because when they drive today, America enjoys tomorrow.
They're tough enough to spend endless days away from family and friends and tender enough to share cherished time with a classroom of children.
Shy, cocky, fun and serious... they hate log books, congested highways, ports of entry, small-town JP's, road construction, steep mountain roads, moving cargo and bad coffee.
They can tell you where to get the best meals on the road and the best route to their final destination.
They're big business on wheels... They're America's professional drivers.
Without them there would be no fuel for our vehicles... No metal for our machinery... No material for our roads and buildings... No merchandise to move our economy.
Born 150 years ago, they'd have been mule skinners, stagecoach drivers, frontier scouts, cow hands driving herds from Texas to Missouri... riders of the Pony Express.
They eat their meals in roadside diners, sleep in the cabs of their trucks, take private showers in public facilities and watch TV in truck stop lounges.
They're authorities on politics, foreign oil, the opposite sex... and the best way to run a trucking business.
They live by a rare code-of-conduct... will pass no man who needs a helping hand... are eager to support national security... are the first to share the road with all fellow motorists.
They like changes in scenery, fresh mountain air, open roads and someone to talk to.
They have problems and they're not hesitant to vent their complaints about anything from the state of the world to how their eggs were cooked this morning.
Every trip is goin to be their last. They're going to get off the road and live like a 'normal' human being, but they can't... because the highway sings a hauting melody that's addicting to their soul.
When the engines start roaring and the wheels start whining.. when the lines on the highway fly faster and farther... when the horizion beckons with the promise of a new tomorrow... they are the happiest people in the world.
They're America's Professional Drivers!!!
Man, I have been blessed. This week, my trips are falling perfectly so I can be home for important stuff at the end of school and right before we leave for our vacation to Colorado.
They had a set of cars setup we could tour through to show how trains operate today and how they ran in their hayday. Couldn't pass up this photo op!
Joelle and Doreen relaxing in style right before we got rolling. The really interesting thing about the car we were in was divided into two parts. One was marked 'colored' and the other 'white.' What a sad commentary on how people treat each other at times.
The trip was relatively short, only 3 miles I think. We crossed 4 bridges and went through this very LONG tunnel and inside it was pitch black. Extremely cool!
Got this shot just for fun hangin' our camera out the door at a long bend in the tracks. 
They have a train turn-table. It is completely functional and they actually turned the engine around on it. Man, that was cool to watch. I don't ever remember seeing that done before. I asked him why they don't just put the engine in reverse? He said they can - but in the old days when these were prevalent, it was the steam era. Behind the engine was a car loaded with wood or coal and they engineer couldn't see ahead - so they made these to turn the thing around!
