As I mentioned in the previous chapter, Mike and I became best friends instantly upon meeting. Mike was a free spirit—not the kind of man who could be harnessed or boxed in. During my first year at Conway, I was still living in Indianapolis and was trapped in a difficult relationship. I had no financialContinue reading “Chapter 22: Mike Shuler… Need I Say More”
Stories From The Open Road
My Trucker Life 