The controls are a little stiff, but this is still a fine truck.
John Sene thought as he tugged at the steering wheel. This was his first day with this truck, but the handling was smooth and the engine churned steadfastly. He didn’t expect the handles of this old girl to be so smooth.
After spending a week with his on the job trainer, he was ready to strike out on his own. His trainer was rigid and followed everything to the book, and never really opened up to John. John rationalized it to the culture of the locals, but a part of him knew that his mentor just didn’t know how to deal with a foreigner.
That’s right, John was an outsider, what the Japanese called a Gaijin. His mentor, Arashi Tsuri, was the only driver in the company who spoke passable English, and had been forced to teach John the ropes. Arashi wasn’t happy about spending time with a Gaijin and maintained a polite distance from him.
John’s father was a trucker and taught him how to handle a truck on a couple of his long haul. John hated driving though, but he was grateful for the lessons. The canadian highway can get really slippery in the winter, and his father taught him how to wrest back control if he was to skid.
See this cup full of water? Don’t let it spill. By controlling your skidding, you can cut through corners much faster. That’s how John was trained by his father. John touched his key chain, a memento of his father. It was a small round metallic plate with a single letter on it. The initial C.
As expected of German engineering, the N-Rax truck handled smooth and powerful. Combined with the Australian ‘See Far V6’ engine, the latent energy of the diesel fuel was translated perfectly and efficiently into driving power. John Sene pushed the speed up to ninety when he entered the highway.
He noticed the truck next to him had its windows down and was yelling something at him. John wound down his window too and tried listening. But the wind was too strong and he couldn’t make out the words, but it sounded like ‘dunk me me’. Then John remembered that he couldn’t understand Japanese.
Just smile and wave, John thought, and act as if I was pretending to be retarded.
The other truck driver shook his head with a look of resignation and sped ahead. His trailer came into view, showing the picture of a skeleton hugging a young black elf in a skirt, with the words ‘Next Weak’ splashed across it.