The highway stretches on, dark and foreboding in the colorless night.
Grainy asphalt, yellow and white painted lines that disappear into the distance.
It gently slopes away into the invisible ditches that mark its borders.
A cool breeze plays across its surface, rustling the grass along its shoulders.
As the night sky is lit by a distant thunderstorm, the highway speaks to you of the many battles fought.
The countless victims claimed.
The eternity of its being.
And its plans for you.
You feel a chill as you check your gauges one last time.
Oil pressure.
Fuel pressure.
Exhaust gas temp.
All in the green.
It's now or never.
You feather the throttle, watch the RPMs come up, and feel the rumble of your mighty diesel.
As the turbocharger begins to spool, a faint whine against the growl of your exhaust, you feel it:
Power.
Confidence.
A smile plays across your face, as you release the clutch and punch the fuel.
As your tires rip into the asphalt, you are faced with the realization that this is your life.
This is your highway.
Grainy asphalt, yellow and white painted lines that disappear into the distance.
It gently slopes away into the invisible ditches that mark its borders.
A cool breeze plays across its surface, rustling the grass along its shoulders.
As the night sky is lit by a distant thunderstorm, the highway speaks to you of the many battles fought.
The countless victims claimed.
The eternity of its being.
And its plans for you.
You feel a chill as you check your gauges one last time.
Oil pressure.
Fuel pressure.
Exhaust gas temp.
All in the green.
It's now or never.
You feather the throttle, watch the RPMs come up, and feel the rumble of your mighty diesel.
As the turbocharger begins to spool, a faint whine against the growl of your exhaust, you feel it:
Power.
Confidence.
A smile plays across your face, as you release the clutch and punch the fuel.
As your tires rip into the asphalt, you are faced with the realization that this is your life.
This is your highway.