A
rhetorical question, rooted in Distillers message board lore, which has become a metaphysical problem of tremendous proportions.
When someone asks you
what a truck is, don't pretend you know. Your concept of a truck, as a big motor vehicle with a flat bed in back, or perhaps as the piece of metal that connects the wheels of a skateboard to the deck, is only scraping the surface of this
quandary. This question is on par with the meaning of life, in terms of complexity.
"Dude, I kept seeing these huge
wheeled things on I-80, on my way up here. It was
alarming,
I have no idea what they were."
"Don't look at me, I have no idea what you were talking about."
