When I was a boy on the farm in the Mississippi River delta; I would see “Big Rigs” drive by our farm on the highway. I was simply fascinated by them. My school newspaper did an interview on my class when I was in first grade. All of the kids in my class were asked what we wanted to do when we grew up? My answer was “drive a big rig”.
We had C 60 single with a 36’ neighbors trailer that dad used to haul grain from the field to the elevator. Man I couldn’t wait until I got to drive it. I was about 13 when I drove it from our shed to the field by myself. I was tickled as I could be. I drove it to town (population about 4,000) from the field the week I turned 16. Tickled even more!
Plans change with time but dreams seldom do, for me anyway. I went on to do other things after school, but my love for big rigs was always there. I love to hear those Diesel engines roar even today! Well I finally got the opportunity to fulfill my boyhood dream, at 48 years of age. I brought my old dog home last Wednesday. 1973 R685ST
