Long haul truckers drive hours on end, often through the night, and as those hours add up, so do the stories. The most mundane of shifts can transform into a story for the ages after a creepy exchange with a mysterious stranger, a ghost sighting, or the vision of a Sasquatch-like beast chowing down on a deer carcass.
Truly, these people deserve all the truck stop cinnamon rolls.
Maybe a bit off the mark but it still scared the crap out of me. I was headed west on I-76 here in Denver just cruising along at about 70mph. Out of nowhere, I saw a massive, almost solid cloud of what looked to be dirt coming at me. I'd say it was at least 20 feet wide and 10 feet tall. I scanned ahead of me but couldn't see any vehicle it could have came from. With nowhere to go I slowed down and took the hit, hoping there wasn't anything big enough in there to come through the windshield or jack up my truck(owner/operator).