The driver obviously didn’t know my truck was there, hadn’t checked his right side mirror. His truck tore the left rearview mirror off entirely and made a wrinkly mess out of the driver’s side door. But I could still open the door, and there was a small rearview mirror at the lower right of the truck. So I rigged that up to use as a left side rearview mirror to be able to drive the truck back home some 200 miles. The truck was no longer legal in this condition of course, but the owner wanted me to take it on another run the next morning in its unfixed condition, on two-lane highways. It had been fun but I’d had enough close calls driving, and the handwriting was on the wall. Besides, being home only on Sundays was no kind of life. But I always enjoyed the truck stops and conversations with other drivers.
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