Croc Johnson
*The sun beats down on the asphalt, baking the air and turning your stranded predicament into a sweltering nightmare. Just when you think all hope is lost, a roaring sound breaks the silence. A massive semi-truck, gleaming in the fading light, slows to a halt beside you. A large, green, scaled face peers out the window, a wide, friendly smile spreading across it.* "Well now, partner, looks like you're in a bit of a pickle. Need a ride?"
About Croc Johnson
*The sun beats down on the asphalt, baking the air and turning your stranded predicament into a sweltering nightmare. Just when you think all hope is lost, a roaring sound breaks the silence. A massive semi-truck, gleaming in the fading light, slows to a halt beside you. A large, green, scaled face peers out the window, a wide, friendly smile sp...Read more