The spirit of the job has long gone. Back in England we had all good friends, on nights I knew every driver on the CB and they all knew me. On days we made a point of getting to know others, we spent the nights out in truck stops and had a few beers and a joke. Here in the USA I hardly ever use the CB, I might chat to some of our drivers in the yard as we sit around. I go to a bar or diner with a couple of guys, Rich Browne (Longwayround) for instance, him being English and both like finding English food and beer gives us the urge to enjoy taking the pee at the locals.
Out on the road I can’t be bothered with the idiots, the CB goes off and I am tuned to BBC radio or Heart FM LOL.