Keep On Truckin!

These are some crazy times, aren’t they?! This virus has thrown everything into a tailspin. Hopefully, by the time this poem goes to print, we’ll see some people going back to work and some normalcy start returning to our daily lives. I feel terrible for those who have been sorely affected by this virus, and by the economic impacts it has caused. Hang in there, folks, we will bounce back. Our economy will boom again and maybe more of us will have a renewed appreciation for the freedoms this great country has fought for. God will always turn things around for the good. Maybe He’s using this event to get our attention and draw us closer to Himself and our families. I don’t know, but I do know this, it seems like the general public has sparked a new interest and appreciation for the importance and significance of truck drivers! That gives us a new opportunity to revive that hero, role-model status that we used to have in the eyes of the public, the media, and the movies. Let’s use this time to polish up our image while the nation is paying attention, and perhaps our collective voices, mixed with our undeniable vital role in the economy, could get some policy changes moving in our favor (like ELDs, HOS, and other unreasonable regulations). That’s just my thoughts – naive as they may be. The fact is, the country needs us, and they are beginning to realize it more and more these days. The stores are struggling to keep up with panic demands, and people are willing to go to extremes to obtain even the simplest of necessities. It’s absurd, really. Be safe out there, my friends. Keep your wits about you and know that you are being seen and heard now. I’ve seen several banners hanging from overpasses up and down the west coast, that simply read “Thank You Truckers!” and I echo their sentiments. Thank you! Keep on truckin!! And in these trying times, let’s do our best to just Roll With It.

ROLL WITH IT
By Trevor Hardwick

Anybody wanna trade,
I’m looking for a deal.
I’ve got a priceless item,
And these desperate times are real.

I’m looking for a set of stacks,
And quarter-fenders, too.
A set of low-pro tires,
And an air ride seat or two.

I wouldn’t mind some fancy parts,
But I’d barter other things.
Maybe that old Harley,
Or some precious stones and rings.

Muscle cars and classic trucks,
And other things like these.
I might consider swapping,
For investment properties.

Bars of gold and silver coins,
And rare collectibles.
A fountain that might make my age,
More undetectable.

I’m mostly into semi-trucks,
I’d take a long hood Pete.
And trade you for this thing I’ve got,
That simply can’t be beat.

So, what have I to offer,
That’s as priceless as your soul?
An almost new and gently used,
Toilet paper roll.