I must confess. I am totally hooked
on trucks. Give me a choice between an expensive sports car and a truck
and I’ll choose the latter every time.
On a day like today where I had to travel
all over Johannesburg and the East Rand, the stress of traffic is to a large
extent compensated for by all the opportunities to look at trucks. New models,
all types of loads, driving next to a favourite on the highway.
It is difficult to explain why
these heavy vehicles have such an impact on me but I can think of a number of
factors that come into play: their sheer power, their sound, their size, the brilliant
application of physics in all its forms.
For years now I’ve been a secret
admirer. Creating files on my computer where I collect all the images I find or
dig up of Macks, Kenworths, Freightliners, Peterbilts, Western Stars, Scanias,
Internationals. There will come a day when the driver of such a giant will
witness my admiration at a depot or petrol station and ask: “Do you want to
come along to Cape Town?” Without a moment’s hesitation I’ll climb those steps
into that beautiful cab high above the ground. I’ll phone Matilda on the way
and she’ll be over the moon because of my dream coming true.
On the day that I win the jackpot,
I’ll book a ticket to Australia and hitch a ride in one of those enormous land
trains that drive across the Australian outback. And once again I’ll be
astonished by the things that God uses to amaze us and give us pleasure.
No, it's not Photoshopped.
George
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