Where's my sock?

Master the Journey. Unless Deezl gets there first.!

It was a quiet December morning when Deezl, my otherwise loyal co-pilot, locked eyes with my brand-new Let's Truck Christmas sock and decided it was his now. What followed was a 45-minute chase through the house, under the rig, and around the Christmas tree — during which Deezl demonstrated cornering abilities that would put any owner-operator to shame. As of press time, the sock remains in enemy custody, and negotiations (involving three treats and a belly rub) are ongoing.

Featuring Santa after he traded the sleigh for 18 wheels and a good pair of noise-canceling headphones. He doesn't need reindeer. He needs diesel.

So comfortable that Deezl refuses to give it back. We can't even blame him.