Rush Hour at the Pumps!

It's like an ant hill coming alive, its 7am and its rush hour at the fuel line at an East Texas truck stop. It reminds me of someone kicking an ant hill and out of nowhere a zillion ants scurry around and another day of endless miles and unfamiliar towns to the point you can't remember what day of the week it is and what time zone you’re in. They are the last of the free spirits criss-crossing America making sure you have what you need to make your life more convenient. It's a love hate relationship between the American public and truckers. People don't realize with out the trucker we would be walking around naked and homeless, everything you see or purchase in stores, from underwear to autos and building materials in the USA at one point came off a truck. Our nation is too large and spread out to not use trucks and without the professional drivers who sacrifice precious time with their families in order to keep America moving our economy would come to a scratching stop! Next time you see a trucker driving down your highways be kind and give them a little extra room, their goal is the same as your goal and that's to arrive home safely to their loved ones at the end of every day.