Gros Cube: My First Raw Ride with a Trucker
Autoroute du Soleil, Lunel rest area. The Daf truck cab sat still. Silence crashed in after he killed the radio. He stretched, his bulk surprisingly nimble, then crouched by the bunk. His breath hitched. Seconds dragged. I dreaded anger in his blue-gray eyes. Instead, wonder and fear flickered there—like a kid’s, bold yet scared of…