Porky Pork

Sometimes you can't get out of the way of your own shadow.

The Day the Art was Bigger Than Us

Some days the tasks are too big for one truck. Those are the mornings when you take an extra long draw of your coffee, put on your gloves and give your fellow trucker a knowing stare. The stare that says: 'we're fucked'.

Image courtesy of @CntHrMyEys

Where you at?

Sometimes not even the satellites know....and rarely do we.

The Never Ending Road...

... stretches forward and back; but rarely side to side: a constant one point perspective existence.

This Is How We Work in New York City

Clean the road and then paint it? No time, ain't my job! These lines need laying.....

Mid Town Paris Bender

The heat of the city causes craziness to happen: men dressed in full pink, undercover cops plowing fatso's into newspaper boxes and sometimes it all just melts. Right before your eyes.

Déjà vu at the Small Red Sea of Unknown Orgin

Some times the truck just bleeds.

Day Dreaming Part 3

Another day on the trucks, another day staring at the endless road: coming and going.

Oversized Schleppers

Big City, Big Boat

It's called Park Ave -- not Dock Ave!

9 ft Pete

Another unsung hero of the job - we thank you Nine Feet Pete.

This Is What We Eat

The roads are bumpy, the hours are irregular, and the crates are at times very heavy; but the one thing that makes you smile each morning is the promise of a warm meal at lunch. From the Rutgers Grease Trucks on College Avenue to the fish-n-chips of the Berkshires to the New Jersey sliders and fries of White Manna v. White Mana, and of course the Medford, NY urban legend of a sandwich known simply as the "Human Head". Well...it ain't no legend, it's real. Exit 64 off the LIE, Angora Food Market, order one and you won't leave hungry.

24 Hour Blue

Love Was A Trucker's Horizon Line