Seeing a great deal of the north eastern part of the US these days. Also south western Ontario. Chicago smells like fat Elvis and napalm. Not sure why they regard this as one of their signature cities. I'll take NY or Miami over Chicago any day. When we stop for food at a restaurant anywhere south of the border here I like to yell, "I bet THAT motherfucker has a gun on him!" and point to the roughest guy around us. Keeps my coworker on his toes. Actually, everyone has been very civil so far. CB banter cracks me up. Most of it is driver complaints or directions requests. Then one guy will come on and whisper, "I aint got no panties on..." again and again every five minutes for about an hour.
Scene:
A guy is driving a rig. He is stuck in traffic. He looks in the mirror of another rig just ahead of him to the right in traffic and sees a guy who looks identical to himself. The guy even has the the exact same sunglasses on, and shirt, and ball cap, and holy fuck that is me. How could that be? The guy gets on the radio and says, "Hey, you..." And waves at me before he pulls away.
That's how the movie starts. I know enough about this very strange sub-world of long haul truck driving to write a brilliant horror movie about it. Or a porno.