Chapter 15
Paradigm
The midwest spread out like a neverending panorama, miles and miles of unyielding farm lands, the occasional shallow valley giving way to the sparse black walnut grove. They rode with the windows down, fresh turbulent air blasting through the cab like a hurricane. The three lanes of I-80 stretched into the endless horizon, a black ribbon of hope, marked with white lines and road signs. The Sun creeping into the solid azure blue sky like a globe of magical fire bent on ruling over the world below. The Shining Freightliner with its matching 53 foot trailer sang its song, a deep throated howell, the low rumble of jacobs engine brakes on the down hills, Cruise control marking the pace.