Big Trucks

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Today is Monday, June 22, 2026 and the weather at the coast is clear and open. It has been too many weeks and months since the last visit to this space.

Where to start?

It was about a week ago when a drive to San Diego allowed for seeing more of the southland. Freeways are the way to travel in this part of the state. What used to be an easeful way to get from point A to point B has turned into something like a rally car race. The big new players - are big.

That is, trucks — they are really big and very hard to apprediate when they speed, cut off passenger cars, come up close behind a driver (as if threatening to flatten the car in front of them). And in an odd way, the women who drive these vehicles are in my experience even more aggressive. It may be that the fact of the size and power of the trucks make them feel bigger and less vulnerable.

Big trucks are suffering too.

They are facing fuel prices that must be unG—ly. With the fuel crisis bobbing in and out of play in this country, those big trucks that do the job of transporting our goods; and the big passenger trucks that serve as “family” recreational vehicles must be laboring under tremendous pressures. Who can drive those things these days?

Ironically, it’s usually working people. People who are struggling in this economy to keep rent paid, food coming into the home, and everyday necessities being covered. The truck was probably a “great deal” from a dealership looking to unload these things to clear the way for the inevitable entry of the electric vehicles. These days, the e-vehicle is the only way to go: no fossil fuel, no emissions, no loud rumbles - quiet, smooth, and full of potential for being in service to the human need for transportation without being vulnerable to gas price fluctuations.

So this is the entry and what I have been thinking about, after about six months of being away from this space. Hopefully, the inspiration to write daily again will return - there has just been too much happening to make these non-existent entries much more than a stream of consciousness, complaining about everything that seems to be going into a collective, societal dumpster.

We’ll see what comes along, next. At least that hasn’t changed - there’s always a “next” while we are breathing.