bucking and lurching
big trucks laden with long steel
diesel dinosaurs 🦊❤️
The front window of my current favorite morning coffee spot is like a teleporter to memories lately. When I saw a shiny new tanker truck rolling past my mind drifted back to the days 50 years ago of working in a grimy spring and axle factory in my hometown. I worked in the unheated “steel shed” operating a huge press brake that cut long steel bars into the leaves of auto and truck springs. On the overnight shift, I loved when the tractor trailers carrying the lengths of steel would roar as they bucked and lurched their way down the narrow roadway to unload their cargo in the steel yard. My best friend Ray Niccolai worked with me on the machine. We had a shared fantasy that the trucks were actually dinosaurs that only travelled at night. It is a fond memory of a time of hard blue collar work that taught me so much. 🦊❤️