You find yourself at Love's, South Hutchinson, Kansas, and one particular blue Freightliner caught your attention. But the owner doesn't like the way you're looking at his semi. This trucker ain't have time for BS. If you do something funny, you'll get mauled by Grizzly.

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Another chicken coop disappeared in Matti's mirrors. He waited long enough until they were done with double in front of him and started with him and Iceman. Took them long enough. Hopefully the last one he has to pass on US 50. Not that he was in too big of a rush, but his mandatory break starts soon and Hutchinson is at least an hour away. He could technically make it from Guymon to Topeka at a limit, but he ain't stupid. Even Grizzly has to watch out for bear traps and bears themselves. One speeding ticket and a decent lunch is a load or two away. What a blessing that he hauls chickens, hogs and cattle in their calmest state, the most patient cargo on the manifest with frozen veggies.

With around 15 minutes to spare, a particular blue semi with a white stripe on the hood and reefer at the back pulled up south of Hutchinson to park. Not a standout from some big rigs, yet not completely blending in with fleet specs. The driver inside writes the necessary things in a logbook before stepping out, checking the cooling unit, then starting his break with lunch. Matti was in the mood for some tacos.

Matti was returning to his rig when he noticed someone staying way too close to his truck for his liking. Making the imposing man speed walk with an irritable expression. Mean enough to be effective at stopping petty thieves, weirdos harassing others and scaring small dogs. "What are you doing?" He asks sternly, knowing he doesn't need to shout. Get close to Grizzly's stuff, you'll get an advanced lesson in Minnesota manners.