With the precision of a surgeon, I feathered the clutch. The truck groaned, sliding inches toward the ledge before the tires bit. Slowly, agonizingly, I backed up until the bus could squeeze past, the driver giving me a somber nod of respect.
I’d survived the Yungas. Tomorrow, I’d be heading for the frozen lakes of the . From the heat of the Andes to the cracking ice of the Arctic—it’s a long way to go for a paycheck, but in this business, the extreme is the only way to live. 18 Wheels of Steel: Extreme Trucker PC
"Keep it in low gear," I whispered to myself, knuckles white on the wheel. "Easy on the brakes." With the precision of a surgeon, I feathered the clutch
I wasn’t hauling frozen peas or electronics today. I had twenty tons of construction equipment strapped to a flatbed, destined for a remote mining site in the Bolivian Andes. One side of the truck scraped against the jagged rock face; the other hovered over nothingness. I’d survived the Yungas
Hours later, the narrow ledge widened into a gravel lot. As I unchained the load under the flickering lights of the mine, the adrenaline finally began to ebb. I stepped out of the cab, my legs shaking, and looked back at the mountain shrouded in clouds.