If you are anything like me, you have most likely eyeballed the ensuing pages before reading my carefully composed waffle. That’s understandable, the trucks on the following pages are outstanding! I’m continually distracted just trying to write this piece. You have most likely also deduced that this story is not a locally-sourced exposé. Once again, kudos to you.
None of the trucks you’ve been perving at can be found on this great continent of ours. Even this story was written abroad. I in fact started writing this while crammed into a seat built for a much smaller individual, dining on meals served at an eighth of the standard size while cruising along several thousand feet above the Pacific Ocean with my knees in my ears.
Here’s the kicker, though. If you think this story is about a truck show you would be completely wrong. It’s not. It is my attempt to impersonate an investigative journalist. Stop laughing, it’s true. I ‘Cirque du Soleil-ed’ myself into a cattle class seat and travelled for 20 hours to investigate the living conditions of the average North American trucker (that’s American for truckie). I put myself through all of that for you guys, so
