I walked through a residential neighborhood, as quiet as it was before the boom, when I was growing up in Williston 50 years ago. But when I got to a major thoroughfare, the traffic picked up a bit. Along a frontage road an 18-wheeler was parked, idling. Music to my ears.
When I was in my teens I hitchhiked a lot, including three cross-country trips. Some of my best rides were with truck drivers, before liability issues stopped that. It was always a great feeling coming into a truck stop in the wee hours of the morning. With all the stadium lighting, the dozens of trucks idling, it was an inviting picture, and I could generally find someone to give me a ride. So, tonight, walking along that frontage road and walking past an idling 18-wheeler with drapes pulled around the cab windows brought back great memories.
I've posted another version of this song many, many times, so I thought I better do another version:
I prefer this version:
But that idling 18-wheeler tonight: music to my ears, bringing back some wonderful memories.
Okay, one more -- how I wish he had written, "Under the Spell of Highway 2." Smile.
Bruce,
ReplyDeleteHere's a couple trucker tunes for you.
My favorite SF Hippie guitarist not named Garcia.
Bill Kirchen doing a version of "Lookin' at the World Thru a Windshield.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AgrGJkWmpRw
Here's Merle doing "White Line Fever"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1zXrp-pghio