Your wife is slumped against the passenger window holding her shiny new baby. She is half in shock so she stares ahead at the road in a daze. You and the Trucker have been through hell as well. Nerves frazzled. The scorched scent of Post traumatic stress disorder born.
Turns out the trucker and your own musical interests are amazingly similar. He has a big bottle of brandy he passes back and forth while he plays music on his 100 disc changer and you fucking love the music! So many of your favorite groups the music you grew up with. You and the trucker sing along in drunken bliss. He drives fine while drunk. 32 years driving trunk and not so much as a ticket.