But that does not take away from the fact that every time you get behind the wheel you’re taking your life in your own hands. Hurtling down the freeway at 70mph is like free-falling. Sideways.
With steel, leather, and hard plastic waiting to take your soft, frail, pathetically unguarded flesh and tear it to long, red shreds of modern art horror.
So of course, in Russia, they have to approach driving in the most badass way imaginable.
You don’t know the guy. You don’t know the situation. But the truck he’s driving has seen better days. Maybe he got it in a junkyard. Perhaps he dropped a train on it out of boredom.
The truck he’s driving got its ass whooped somehow though. But it’s a Russian truck so it’s still drivable. And, of course, a Russian must, then, drive it. Probably to work. As a truck driver.