I grew tired of being a university professor and went to driving truck. I didn't do it long but had some fun. The route was a South Dakota - California round trip.
One wintry night, full moon blazing on snow-covered Wyoming landscape, Harry and I strode full-bellied (the chicken-fried steak special with pie and coffee) toward our 18-wheelers. "Take the lead," he growled.
We climbed up into our rigs and crunched across the parking lot ice on to the open empty road. After shifting upward through the gears and achieving a hefty flow, I heard Harry's voice crackling on the CB:
"Professor, put the pedal to the metal."
Some of the sweetest words I ever heard.
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