“Sometimes the lights all shinin’ on me / Other times I can barely see / Lately it occurs to me / What a long, strange trip it’s been.” –“Truckin’” by the Grateful Dead.
There was a story about a truck driver who decided one day that he wanted to donate blood to help someone in need. It just so happened that there was a blood drive in a Tennessee town that was a stop along the way. When he rolled up his sleeve to donate, however, they wouldn’t take his blood: too much diesel fuel running in his veins.
This may just be a story, but, for many, truck driving gets into the blood.
