long, long ago in the rural areas around Dallas, TX, that are no longer there...
When I was a young boy, my father delivered fuel to to the Mom & Pop feed stores that served many of the small farming communities and sometimes he would take me along.
It wouldn't be 'till many years later that I realized how much he enjoyed slammin' & jammin' that ol' 5 and 4
My reward at the last stop would be a Dr Pepper and a bag of peanuts which was promptly emptied into the soda.
I've never forgotten those days even at 50 years old
My father passed away in 2003 and he never saw me drive a rig...
but sometimes when i'm running thru those gears and I get her stretched out on the big road at night, a peaceful feeling comes over me and a smile creeps accross my face as my dad knows his son is a truck driver too.
Sounds crazy i know...