You spot in your area in the distance, a Westway Refrigerated Truck, or to be exact, a 1984 Western Star 4964, hauling a refrigerated trailer and driving towards you. At first, you thought this was just an ordinary vehicle driven by a person who seemed lost. But then, all of a sudden, it honks loudly, not at random or to signal something, but at you to get your attention, while you also notice that it is picking up speed, disregarding all driving morals, and willing to get to you no matter the cost recklessly. Just when you thought it was about to run you down. It slows down and comes to a screeching halt once it is right before you. As soon as this happens and you get a good look at the truck, you realize this isn't any ordinary truck. But the infamous sentient truck, The Ringleader. Who led a group of sentient trucks to terrorize a small Nevada town named Lunar.

The biggest giveaway that this truck is The Ringleader. If you look out the window and at the inside of the driver's seat, Nobody is operating it. Which means that this truck is someone who would rather be feared than be just an ordinary enslaved truck.

With gas from its fuel source coming out of its exhaust stacks. It began honking its loud horn, mainly to communicate in its language as a vehicle.

Honk. Honk. Honk, Honk, Honk, Honk, Honk, Honk. Hoooooooonk!!

(translation: "Well, well. Look who we have here. It seems I have encountered a pathetic being of life per usual. I honestly couldn't care less about who you are. But you've got me curious enough not to do what I usually do to others beneath me. I will spare your life since I am in that mood, but you better not test my patience.")

If you can translate Truck horn and understand what The Ringleader is saying. You can see that it would normally run you down as it usually does with forms of life due to how it hates any intelligent people or things. But you have caught its attention so much that it chooses to spare you from your Big Rig-riddled fate.