The road was his home, and the truck was his companion. He knew every mile of it, every curve, every stretch of asphalt that led him farther from the people he had left behind. There was no loneliness in his solitude, only a quiet pride in the journey, in the rhythm of the engine, in the way the wind whispered through the cab as he drove on.
One of the most masculine and rough professions. When loneliness leads to seak companion with other colleges whenever there is a chance in the gas stations.
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