Here is a line up of my boys on the Kuwait-Iraq border. I had 200 trucks 90% Mercedes. They loaded wheat and flour plus water tankers in the afternoon and went off during the night to the border. I had to drive up 200km from Kuwait City each morning to get them to the front of the line of about 1,000 trucks milling to go through the single lane checkpoint when it opened at 0800.
My little Mitsubishi Lancer in the photo was a bit underpowered as it would only cruise at 180kmh on the desert freeway. After a month of this I could not see through the milky windscreen and the entire front of the car was shiny bare metal from the sand blowing across the road. Avis were not well pleased when I took it back. It was a wonder it was not bashed as well because almost every day I had to race across and park in front of one of the Brown and Roote US Army contractor trucks to make a path for my boys to the front of the queue.
My boys were Iraqi's, Jordanians, Syrians, Egyptians and a bloody hard working bunch (no trucks had aircon in 50 degree heat). The Brown and Roote drivers were the scum of American truck driving society recruited off the streets to take jobs away from the thousands of highly qualified Iraqi drivers looking for work They lived in the Hilton Resort in Kuwait City while my mob slept permanently in or under their trucks.
I transferred to Basra in Iraq and then came down each morning in a UN Landcruiser which was such a slug it would top out at 140kmh.