My Tongue-In-Cheek Trucker Fantasy Goes off The Highway

Some light frivolity In these heavy times

Photo by Abdiel Ibarra on Unsplash

Every once in a while, I’ll fantasize about getting away from it all by becoming a long-haul trucker. It seems like a simpler way of life, somewhat antisocial, and in this fantasy, a rebellious choice.

Maybe it’s that ‘Get out of Dodge’ escapist dream of leaving town, never looking back, traveling far and wide, and being this warrior of the highway.

Certainly, there’s the romance of being a rebel, as much as one can be working for someone else, dictating the schedule that I’d have to abide by, and other nonsense.

… But let’s not let that get in the way of a damn enjoyable fantasy.

Fantasy me -
Now where was I? Ah yes, I left that town way behind — must have been 20 years ago. I just keep on trucking. I’m a cowboy of the highway, with nothing to slow me down. No wife. No kids.

Let’s not dig any deeper on this. Enough said, I believe. (Is fantasy me a little touchy about this? Hmmm.)

So — I’m driving, as I so often am in my fantasy, through some desert landscape, just like those highway movies where there’s no-one else on the road, sun’s blazing, can see for miles.