"The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.” - Theodore Roosevelt.
Driving the big trucks is an act of courage, yet much of that is being forgotten in our modern world of comfort and safety. These ones still know the fortitude and character born of circumstance. They know the smell of brake smoke.
These are my people. This is my tribe.