I bowled for days. It was so bad I didn't actually see the flick all the way through for years. That was a bitter lesson about the realities of life. I still have a soft spot for Peterbilt Class 8's. There's some kind of symbolic melancholy I attach to, of all things, a tractor trailer. I think it was a little rough but it shaped our generation. Kids today don't get that kind of rough shake ;)