Truckers Own the Road at Night

Barrelling down the road at 85, suddenly the road goes from three lanes to one. It's 2 minutes past midnight, pitch black and you've been on the go since sunrise and your eyes feel like they are full of sand. Trucks are lined up ahead and somehow fill in behind all lit up with bright white lights and shining at you like an interigation. You are being pushed against the jersey barrier as you move along the emergency lane looking for a break between the trucks to get in. As you pull ahead to try and squeeze in, the trucks fill in the space ahead.