I felt as if a truck had run into me.
About five minutes later the truck was running along next to me again.
His own truck then ran over him, the police said.
The line of trucks running in and out never stopped.
The trucks run in the middle of the night, when there is little traffic.
He came out on the highway without a thought, and that big truck ran right over him.
In about 1960 a big truck ran under the light and knocked it down.
But the punch line is that my truck ran out of gas.
The first truck from the coast which I sighted ran out of food long before it came near us.
