I wrote a new chorus to that song and a goes like this;
And the race is on and here comes Prime up the backstretch,
Schneider is going to the inside,
Werner is falling back and he's trying not to cry.
JB's out of the running 'cause the rig is just to slow.
Yes, the race is on but it looks like Swift wins so now we all can go.
I have a lot of time on my mind. Passing in a governed truck is an art form. We have to factor in the other trucks speed and weight plus our speed and weight plus the length and steepness of the grade. We have to wait until there is no one faster than us coming up behind because we don't want to slow the super truckers down. When then time is ripe, we get out there in the hammer lane and go for it. Sometimes I feel like the little engine that could. "I think I can, I think I can but no, not this time. Wait for the next downgrade and try again." If the slower truck is heavier than us, we have to get them on the uphill. That's harder because we have to pass slower due to our weight therefore slowing other traffic down. When that happens they give me the single finger wave, letting me know that I am number one.
Occasionally, after a grueling time of passing, a four wheeler will sneak in to my right before I can get back in the granny lane. Well, sneak in isn't exactly accurate, whip in is the correct term. I now have a car on my right and the driver starts to pace me. It's not purposeful; he just got there and now has no clue as to what he should do. Should he speed up and pass me? What if I don't see him? So he just hangs out back there too close to my bumper for me to safely change lanes. I'll help him make a decision. I turn on my blinker and now he freezes like a deer in the headlights. It takes about thirty seconds and then a path is chosen. He will either put the hammer down to get ahead or he will brake and fall back. Either way, in his mind, I endangered him, his family and half of the people in his hometown by nearly crushing him. He does not understand that if he had held on for another twenty seconds, I would have been safely in the right lane and out of his way. I am also number one in his mind. Bad trucker!
