That vehicle on the right, my friends, is what my husband and I call The Red Truck of Death. On a road where the speed limit is 50 mph and everyone goes 65 mph, he crawls along at about 30 mph (Bill says 30 is generous. He puts it at 20 or 25.). You can see that there is a double yellow line, and you can see as well that there is another truck passing him (he passed me too). This is not unusual. That double yellow line goes on for about 10 miles and after about the first 5, people would pass that guy on a curve on the top of a hill just to keep from losing their sanity.
I'm convinced that this guy leaves his house at the exact same minute every day and he probably arrives at his destination at the same time every day. If you look at him when you pass him, he is staring straight ahead, expressionless, as if he were in a trance. I'm convinced, though, that he is laughing at us inside. I don't know where he goes, because I always pass him before he gets there--and I hardly ever pass anybody on that road.
One day on the way to work, I got behind another slow-moving truck, and I noticed that it looked exactly like the RToD except that it was turquoise. Could it be, I wondered, that this guy has two trucks that are identical except for the color? So, I passed him, and sure enough, it was either the same guy or his twin brother. Curiouser and curiouser.
Then, Bill and I were going to church one day on a road that runs in another direction than the work road, and we got behind the RToD, and actually got to see him turn into his driveway. I looked down the driveway, and YES, the TToD was parked next to the house. Well, maybe this isn't too exciting to you, but down here we take our excitement where we find it.
This picture was taken one day last week while I was driving to work. Yes, I was taking a picture while I was driving on a narrow two-lane road with a foot-wide shoulder that drops off into a swamp while a truck was passing me on the right. I hope y'all appreciate that I risked my life to bring you this enthralling blog post. Anyway, for the last 3 weeks I've been driving along thinking about how much I've missed this beautiful road, and how glad I am to be back. And I am, even when I'm following behind my friend here.