Ansel Adams rattled around the Southwest with his battered truck and his view camera, which looked like a giant accordion with a lens attached to it.

Ansel Adams rattled around the Southwest with his battered truck and his view camera, which looked like a giant accordion with a lens attached to it.

About two months into the Whisky, I borrowed some money and rented a remote recording truck.

We've got ballots flying around, being counted by hand, arriving by truck and in God knows whose custody.

We are very close as a family. There are uncles and aunts for whom I would stand in front of a truck.

My dad was a truck driver, and from the time I was knee high to a grapevine, I was driving a truck.

People say a two-man sled is like driving a racecar, and a four-man is like driving a truck. And it feels that way.

Growing up, I'd just be at home, playing tennis, spending my allowance on an ice-cream truck.

I just want to tailgate, drink beer, and hang out in the middle of nowhere in a pick-up truck. That's my ideal date.

I have horses, I drive a truck, and I wear cowboy boots. First I'm a Texan.

I've removed legs from dogs on the bed of my truck on the farm.

Buck up or stay in the truck.

I've always been a sucker for a truck driving song.

In Los Angeles, the Police Department buys a 40-foot refrigerated trailer truck every six months just to hold DNA evidence.

I have a truck team for a reason.

In other words, I have no truck for anyone who goes out and does an eclectic building.

After that initial success, every chance we got we'd hire that remote recording truck and just record stuff at the Whisky because it was so inexpensive.

According to the IRS, the wealthiest 400 Americans, who earned an average of roughly $270 million in 2008, paid an average tax rate of just 18.2 percent that year. That's about the same rate paid by a single truck driver in Rhode Island. It's not right, and we need to restore fairness to our tax code.

I've bought perfectly healthy horses for a couple of hundred dollars just as they were about to be loaded on a slaughterhouse-bound truck.

I've been wanting an ice cream truck forever.