My good friend Kim Grimm (or as I call her, Mama Kim) who writes the “Trucker Talk” column in this magazine, told me an endearing story about a young man named Alex who has dreams of being a truck driver yet is hindered by his autism from ever getting his license to drive. I heard her describe Alex and I was inspired to write this poem in honor of him, and also to show him my appreciation for his strong desire to do whatever he can to be involved with the trucking industry. I don’t want to give away the details to Kim’s story this month so I encourage you to read her story first and then come back to this poem. I hope you are as inspired by this young man and the family and friends who surround and support him as I am. I only hope someday to actually meet him in person. I know we share an earnest and slightly overboard enthusiasm for our beautiful big rigs. Way to go, Alex! I hope you enjoy this poem titled “Ode to Alex” in your honor.
By Trevor Hardwick
I climb up in my brand new semi,
Going some place I don’t know.
Everyday a new adventure,
I’d sure take you, if you’ll go.
Yesterday I rolled through ‘Frisco,
Makin’ drops in Oakland Bay.
The day before, in Albuquerque,
Las Cruces and Santa Fe.
Where I roll, the diesel lingers,
Making friends on my C.B.
Leland Martin’s “Stone Cold Fingers,”
Cranking out on my CD.
I don’t have a boss who tells me,
Where to go and what to do.
I go where my mind will take me,
From Washington to Waterloo.
Most men wouldn’t dare to follow,
Or try to drive the roads I take.
I run north with Debogorski,
Trucking ‘cross a frozen lake.
I’ve got all the latest gadgets,
Chrome and lights and stainless steel.
Air-ride seats and custom paint,
And a big ol’ steering wheel.
All these places I have traveled,
Coast to coast and points between.
I’m not trapped within my mind,
I’m just living out my dream.
I’ve rolled in half a dozen convoys,
Been to truck shows far and wide.
I’ve met some nice and friendly people,
Fellow truckers filled with pride.
I’ve been all across the atlas,
I roll my rig and treat ‘er right.
All these miles and I still make it,
Home in my bed every night.
My name is Alex – I’m a trucker,
It’s in my blood and in my genes.
And when I’m not out on the highway,
I’ll be reading 10-4 Magazines.