Owner's Message

Adjacent to the old Wagstaff truck stop on Beck Street in Salt Lake City, Utah, was a small café, the The Truck Center Café, where many a tired driver learned they could count on a good meal and hot coffee. My Mother was a waitress in that café for many of my childhood years. When she got home at night she would pull the change out of her pocket (gratuities from appreciative drivers). She would then count out the nickels, dimes and quarters, all the sum of a hard days work. The sum of those coins told us how well we would eat that night. My Dad, that’s another story, would take the coins and head for the grocery store. But for me, the most exciting part of the day was when my Mother would tell a story of the Road that had been told to her by a driver. Now, as I look back on the stories of my 38 years of truck driving, I’ve often wished I could say thanks to those drivers for the tips….and the stories.

I hope you enjoy the stories, songs, poetry and humor we deliver as you listen to the “Big Road Radio”. And if you are an old hand, that remembers a waitress named Maxine at the truck center café. Thanks!!

Toot Wooton