GG Trucker

People complain about waking up at 6am for work…
Meanwhile drivers are backing into docks at 2 in the morning…
running on gas station coffee…
and trying to remember what day it even is.
No steady sleep schedule.
No normal routine.
No “see you after work.”
Just appointments…
traffic…
dock delays…
and warehouses that somehow always want the load unloaded at the exact moment your body wants sleep.
Then dispatch hits you with…
“Can you make one more pickup?”
Drivers don’t get tired because of driving.
They get tired from never having a normal clock again.
Sleeping in daylight…
driving all night…
eating dinner at 3am…
and calling it a lifestyle.
Most people couldn’t do it for one week.
Drivers do it for years

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The night I moved into my semi truck, the only thing waiting for me inside the cab was a handwritten note taped beside the steering wheel.
It said:
Drive safe out there.
I know it feels like nobody’s waiting for you at home anymore…
but that doesn’t make your life worth any less.
This road gets lonely.
Some nights this truck will feel more like a prison than a home.
Just promise yourself you’ll keep rolling.
—Ray
I sat there for a long time reading those words while the engine idled outside a rest stop in Kansas.
I had picked up the truck that morning.
A worn-out 2017 Peterbilt.
740,000 miles.
Faded blue paint.
One broken cup holder.
A weak heater that rattled every few minutes.
And a smell inside the cab that reminded me of cold coffee, old blankets, and diesel fuel.
Three weeks earlier, I had signed my divorce papers.
No wife.
No apartment.
No real direction in life except: keep driving and don’t completely fall apart.
So that little note hit harder than it probably should have.
I folded it carefully and slid it into the visor above my seat.
The next morning, I found another note tucked behind the GPS mount.
Missing an exit at night ain’t the end of the world.
There’s always another road ahead.
—Ray
That one stayed with me.
Because deep down, it didn’t feel like he was talking about highways anymore.
Over the next few weeks, I kept finding more.
One inside the microwave door:
Truck stop sushi is a gamble.
Don’t trust it after midnight.
—Ray
One hidden inside the side compartment:
If you’re crying in this truck, crack the window first.
Fresh air helps more than people think.
—Ray
And one tucked beside the bunk light that nearly broke me completely:
Nobody sleeps good in a truck at first.
But eventually the engine noise starts sounding less like loneliness…
and more like company.
—Ray
For the first time since my marriage ended, the cab didn’t feel completely empty.
It felt like somebody out there understood what this life does to people.
One stormy night in Nebraska, I finally asked an older driver at the fuel pumps if he knew who “Ray” was.
The old man smiled immediately.
“Ray Walker,” he said.
“Old livestock hauler. Ran that truck for years.”
Turns out Ray retired at 72 after nearly four million accident-free miles.
His wife had passed years earlier.
His kids lived halfway across the country.
And according to the older drivers, Ray always worried more about the next driver climbing into his truck than he ever worried about himself.
So before turning in the keys, he hid notes all over the cab.
For the next driver.
For the next broken soul trying to survive one mile at a time.
For the next lonely man sleeping in parking lots and chasing paychecks across state lines.
That night I parked behind a quiet truck stop in South Dakota and cried sitting on the edge of the bunk with a cold cheeseburger in my hands.
Not because I was weak.
But because a man I never even met somehow understood exactly where I was in life before I ever sat behind that steering wheel.
And honestly…
Sometimes that’s enough to keep a person moving forward.

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What’s ridiculous is that firefighters can sleep at the station and still get paid but a truck driver living in a box for weeks at a time only gets paid for 11 hours a day with zero overtime. America would shut down without truckers, yet they’re treated like their time means nothing.

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This is what you call a shortage of good drivers. The good old days of trucking are long gone and probably will never be back. Companies stopped rewarding experience, rushed people through training, and now everybody acts surprised when trailers keep getting smashed every week. Old-school truckers used to take pride in this job… now it feels like nobody even cares anymore.😭

Model Identification: This truck is consistent with an International Harvester Transtar II, specifically the 4070B model often produced between the late 1970s and early 1980s.