My dad taught me jockey tractors around the lot on Saturdays when I was a kid. One of my first jobs was washing trucks – I would check oil and a few other things, move the tractor to the bay and pressure wash it, look the interior over and sweep or vacuum if needed, move the tractor to the pumps and top up the fuel, and put her back. I was 14 at the time. My first real road miles were in an R-model Mack, and I did a lot of driving in my young adult years. I do something else for a living now in the interest of sanity and marital continuity, but that truck thing never really leaves you.
We love the poles by sharp corners, large rocks covered by grass, the yellow poles in the Wal-Mart parking lots, tight campgrounds & guard rails, and our wives.