Flicking the wipers to the highest setting as the rain picks up, glancing over to the transit bus overtaking me on the left side. The driver should know better, is my first thought. The bus smooths by, interior lights on. And then my life changes.

I see a blond woman. She’s standing up looking down at the seat next to her. A magazine maybe? Arranging luggage for her destination? I have no clue, and no interest until she raises her head and looks over at me through the rain-streaked glass. I’m suddenly catapulted. And consciously, I shoot a look down to my impending gut, truck stop food, and too many hours sitting behind the wheel. I let the bus proceed by, I’ll follow it. Me, one of the many, the mass of men who live their lives in quiet desperation. Just maybe there is something to fate and this blond on a bus.

I sling into the right lane, my eyes focused on the cinnamon red of the bus tail lights. Cars pass me by and begin to separate us. The gray sky turns to dark gray and then to night. Traffic slows as we enter the toll both that signals our passage into Italy. I creep up to the toll machine and cast my money, all the while watching the bus several vehicle lengths away. I jam the gears to make traction to no avail. The rain becomes torrential, the bus’s taillights become red smears.

I mash the gas pedal. It’s not long before I see siren lights flaming my rear view mirror. I glance at my speedometer. Yeah, he got me. It’s raining, he’s going to be pissed. I signal to the shoulder and watch the bus’s taillights become miniscule red hot candy.

All of this as an American truck driver getting to listen to European trance music and immerse in 1440P resolution whilst in pajamas. PC gaming does not get any better than this.

Flicking the wipers to the highest setting as the rain picks up, glancing over to the transit bus overtaking me on the left side. The driver should know better, is my first thought. The bus smooths by, interior lights on. And then my life changes. I see a blond woman. She’s standing up looking down at the seat next to her. A magazine maybe? Arranging luggage for her destination? I have no clue, and no interest until she raises her head and looks over at me through the rain-streaked glass. I’m suddenly catapulted. And consciously, I shoot a look down to my impending gut, truck stop food, and too many hours sitting behind the wheel. I let the bus proceed by, I’ll follow it. Me, one of the many, the mass of men who live their lives in quiet desperation. Just maybe there is something to fate and this blond on a bus. I sling into the right lane, my eyes focused on the cinnamon red of the bus tail lights. Cars pass me by and begin to separate us. The gray sky turns to dark gray and then to night. Traffic slows as we enter the toll both that signals our passage into Italy. I creep up to the toll machine and cast my money, all the while watching the bus several vehicle lengths away. I jam the gears to make traction to no avail. The rain becomes torrential, the bus’s taillights become red smears. I mash the gas pedal. It’s not long before I see siren lights flaming my rear view mirror. I glance at my speedometer. Yeah, he got me. It’s raining, he’s going to be pissed. I signal to the shoulder and watch the bus’s taillights become miniscule red hot candy. All of this as an American truck driver getting to listen to European trance music and immerse in 1440P resolution whilst in pajamas. PC gaming does not get any better than this.