Mottram hand-crafted woodwind instruments for thirteen years before being laid off. So naturally, he started driving. The leap isn't enormous -- he starts off in vans, schlepping around with boxes to do his own unloading -- but progresses in stages. After getting comfortable behind the wheel, he takes on his Class 2 license, and that work consumes most of the book. The Class 1 license allows him to take on fully-articulated tractor trailers, and he fully details his difficulties in getting the hang of maneuvering trailers with minds of their own. Coming from a family of drivers -- though not being one myself -- I enjoyed absorbing the British lingo here. Mottram is a vegetarian who fusses about the environment, so he's definitely atypical from any other driver I've ever met, or heard of, or can imagine meeting. The aggravations of the job -- jumping through hoops for the company and the government, for instance -- seem much the same from the US to the UK. Mottram's is an interesting story with very serviceable writing.