Well, the time arrived yesterday, and what a truck! This thing is enormous. Its all around just big. I don’t even know how to describe my feelings about driving it. I guess I could say scary, empowering, nerve racking, or humbling. I truly have no business on the road with this machine.
And then this thought occurred to me as I got on the highway. How out of place must I look driving this thing. Here I am, a young guy driving this monster half across the country like I was on a power trip trying to rule the road.
I am almost positive, had I not been so terrified to look any where other then directly in front of me, I would have seen every truck driver that passed by giving me the death stare and the little old ladies trembling in fear.
And they may be right. Which leads me nicely to my observation. What does my own personal brand say about me? Do I give off the image that I don’t belong in this situation? Can people pick up on that from just seeing me drive a truck and knowing nothing about me, or am I the only one who felt out of place? Sure, I couldn’t stay in one lane, and probably was going 15 miles under the speed limit, but can people really tell?
Besides for the fact that I look ridiculously young and my inability to even pretend like I knew what I was doing, I don’t think people really could tell. Maybe its worth asking their opinions at the rest stops???
All I know is I have a whole new appreciation for truck drivers. Next time you think of pumping your arm to have them blow their horn, think twice. You never know who is behind the wheel… Sadly though, I don’t have a loud horn, just a wussy beep! Real macho right?
And just for kicks, I saw this article and although I’m not a 700lb man, the story involved a U-haul so I am connecting it that way (even though I used Penske).