My Dad was a Truck Driver, holidays from school was usually spent "Sneaking" a trip with him. Nothing but good memories. I can still remember most of the trips I took with him. The truck stops seem to be the first to come to mind. The foul language,jokes being told both from the truckers and the waitress’s. The smell of the food, cigarettes coffee and diesel. Man that’s living…….My Dad is retired now, he says he doesn’t miss it at all!