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."