Keep on truckin'

There's something hypnotically graceful about a bunch of semi-trucks hurling down the highway at night. All lit up, moving from lane to lane so smoothly, signaling way ahead, but mostly staying in their own right hand side of the world. All of that over-caffeinated, highly testosteroned manliness working within the rules, remaining calm, doing the speed limit at all times, leaving enough space between the rest of the crazy gang no matter how much we flit in and out in front of them, pushing our own envelopes, ruled by radar detectors, not the Department of Transportation Licensing Board. So big. So cool. Something so Smoky and the Bandit about it.