A recent roadtrip with my children has brought up so many memories of my own childhood and the roadtrips we would take. “I spy” and license plate bingo, and what road trip wouldn’t be complete without the truckers. I remember a time when I could pull an imaginary whistle cord over my own head while laughing, and the truckers would “toot” back.
Normally, as a driver, I hate trucks. I chalk it up to a traumatic story told to my driver’s ed class. But here I am, chasing down every big rig on the road, just so my son can pull his “whistle” to try get the truckers to honk at him. and wouldn’t you know it, not a single trucker tooted. *sigh* My poor kid.