My daddy drove a truck. I rode with him on long hauls every summer I could get away with it. I learned to handle his 18-wheeler when I was 11, when he taught me how to drive it going up and down our farm to market road. The year I turned 16 he decided to buy me a CB radio for my birthday instead of the requested CD player.Daddy knew what he was doing because it kept me out of more than a...
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