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Emit a high pitched scream
They always say go with your first instinct, so you open your mouth and say, "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHH!!"
The driver doesn't seem to mind, or perhaps he doesn't notice, because the dumptruck continues to careen down the road at an unsafe speed. You attempt several other frequencies, but there's just no getting through to this guy.
You would be surprised how quickly being embedded in the radiator of a dump truck speeding down the highway gets old. Bugs keep smashing themselves into your battered body. The land is flat and barren as far as the eye can see. He's not even swerving dangerously around traffic. Other than not noticing the adventurer embedded in his grille he seems like a skilled and courteous driver.
Eventually he slows down and takes an exit. At first you're hopeful that this is your chance to escape, but no. Ten thousand sticky bug corpses have welded you firmly in place.
Maybe he'll stop at a gas station and finally heed your cries for help? No. He continues past all the obvious places to stop.
Eventually, he pulls into what looks like a fairground. Something up there is pretty lit up. A concert? Some kind of sports event? All you hear is the roar of the crowd. How odd.
Even more odd, the truck goes past all the parking and through a gate into the back of the arena. A few folks glance at you but take no particular notice. Your shouts are drowned out by the cheers of the crowd, and what you now recognize as engines. Lots of engines.
A gate opens directly in front of you and the dump truck roars out into the bright lights of the arena.
"BY GAWD!" shouts an inhumanly loud announcer over the intercom, "THAT'S THE ATOMIC DUMPER!" The crowd roars in thunderous approval. The truck careens out into the vast dirt arena peppered with vehicles, some smashed and some still moving.
Atomic Dumper draws a bead on a fairly intact rival truck, then slams on the gas. This seems like an excellent way to turn you into the jelly in a truck sandwich. Thankfully nobody needs to find out what flavor you are when another enemy vehicle slams into Atomic Dumper.
This impact is sufficient to knock you loose from your bug glue trap, so you skid across the muddy dirt and land in some dirty mud. The crowd roars in confusion at this new development.