Armed with a cooler of snacks, an ashtray full of change for tolls and plenty of tunes for the hours in the car I was going to spend alone, I left my family behind to make to trek to the I-80 Truckers Jamboree. I wondered if this is how it felt to be a truck driver. I had a destination to drive to and a time frame in which I needed to be there. With the I-80 Truck Stop programmed into my GPS, I was on my way. I hurried through towns that I had already been to in anticipation