I grew up around trucks, learned to drive in my step-dad's '76 Pete cabover. Drove quite a number of large trucks in the military, did some OTR and local driving in my civilian jobs outside the reserves.
Learned alot. It's a hard, hard life sometimes, doing OTR. Definitely not for everybody.
But the one thing that made it bearable was starting that engine every morning, and feeling the power at your fingertips, the way that whole rig just rumbled with it.
When the truck was in full stride, cruising down the freeway...man, it's kind of hard to explain the flow of power from that rig..like a freaking locomotive with it's sense of mass and energy.
It was a very addictive feeling, at least for me.
"Would you care for some left-over bacon?"...said no man, ever.
When life gives you melons, you might be dyslexic.