My truck and I
Today was a relaxing day at work. On the third day of learning how to drive a truck, it was time to go for a ride. The sun was low in the afternoon and the frost made the roads slippery, especially in the forest where the pine trees stand tall and closely packed.
So far we’ve been two on each truck but my driving partner was off sick today, so it was just my truck and I.
Whilst the sun was setting, number 13 and I must have made at least eight laps on the country road. The driving instructor came along for two of them – I was doing fine on my own.
Everything goes slow motion when driving a truck. You have to put the gears in slowly and remember to brake beforehand, otherwise it won’t work – the truck is too heavy to slow down for the correct gear to jump in. The corners are the best though. It’s an art to get the truck placed just right to not cut the lane on the opposite side. Plus, there is something very satisfactory about turning the massive steering wheel… I’m not sure why!
Life is simple and pretty beautiful in the seat of a truck.
