My father is an over the road driver. I worry when he is away, but we talk every morning and night. I love to ride along with him when he makes local runs. My dad was in a bad accident once, far from home, and he broke his arm, but he got home, driving that old '87 Peterbilt with one arm in a sling, shifting with his elbow. God bless the truckers who keep this country moving.
My father is an over the road driver. I worry when he is away, but we talk every morning and night. I love to ride along with him when he makes local runs. My dad was in a bad accident once, far from home, and he broke his arm, but he got home, driving that old '87 Peterbilt with one arm in a sling, shifting with his elbow. God bless the truckers who keep this country moving.