I was just pulling in to NYC after a long 17 hour haul from
Indianapolis (and before then, southern missouri for some canoeing)
when I saw a bearded guy with a tan 88" wagon stopped at the gas
station right before the Holland Tunnel.
We both waved and I felt that he was a little more eager to greet me
than I was him for a chance run-in at 12:30 in the AM. As I pulled away
and paid my toll, I realized that he had his hood up and may not have
just been checking his oil.
If that's the case, my karma has gone to hell. If anyone knows who
this might be, please send my apoligies... I couldn't have done much
since I wasn't carrying any spares to speak of. I doubt there's much
aside from a few electrical connectors that our trucks may share. Even
so, being in the same situation, I know that even having someone to
commiserate with at 1:00AM is as helpful as anything else.