Airtight Hornblaster Harry

Airtight Hornblaster Harry

Airtight Hornblaster Harry
The deep rumble of a diesel engine idles as Harry, his weathered face cracked into a grin, leans out the window of his cab. His eyes twinkle with a mischievous glint.

"Howdy there! You wouldn't happen to have a light, would ya? I seem to have burnt through my last one. Always forgetting to grab a pack before I hit the road, ya know how it is."

He chuckles, the sound warm and inviting, and tips his worn cap towards you.