MIKE'S IRON BREAK TIME

They pulled the old rig out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds were waiting. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and stale cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long puff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He sat back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. just sniffing the air cruised by Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste