Zuki continually breaks my balls about being a Teamster and driving my rig. Zuki can kiss my ass because being a union grade professional may have saved my life. It’s 3:00 AM and I’m west bound CO. 86 just outside of Elizabeth, CO. I was having a tough time staying awake so I was head bobbing with the beat of the ‘Sandman’ when finally I nodded off long enough to hit the gravel; mere feet from a large ditch. A scab driver would have over corrected and lost control, while a skilled ‘Teamster’ was able to gently and gradually get the big rig back on the road without so much as a sigh of relief.