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Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Truck Stops

Just the other day my wife and I went to Willcox, AZ to meet a friend from New Mexico. We met at a Super America truck-stop along I10 at about 9:00 in the morning and we had planned to eat breakfast there.

The rules of the regular world don't apply to truck-stops. There really is this micro-culture with truck-stops. It doesn't seem to matter what part of the country you are in because people who frequent truck stops on a semi regular (no pun intended) basis tend to be of the same ilk. I am not saying if that is a good thing or a bad thing, but it's just an observation.

One thing about truck-stop food. It's really "hit or miss". That means that if it doesn't "hit" you you'll wish you would have taken a "miss" on it. Truck-stop food is just generally bad. The service is really, really good which usually makes up for the bad food. No, it's not usual that a cafe may have bad food and great service, but it is the amazing consistency of unrelated truck stops that startles me. You would have thought someone had a franchise on it.

Another thing, the truck stops (the good ones) are dedicated to those 16 wheel knights of the highways. No, that man sleeping by the checkout counter in the recliner is not a homeless person, he just came off a long haul and it's probably better for him sleeping in a truck stop than his sleeper.

(By the way, in a stroke of stupidity, the legislature for the state of California outlawed truckers from running their engines when they are sitting for long periods of time. So, if a trucker wants to keep his truck warm or cool while he is sleeping, for example,...too bad.)

Also, the merchandise choices are outstanding. It is quite possible that one could purchase a torque wrench, tire reflectors, tampons, cigarettes, breakfast and a statue of a wizard holding a crystal ball all on in one visit.

Another world. Always there. Always open.

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