Driving with a girlfriend in the back of the truck

The Lady of the House and I were eastbound on I-10 headed home.

I chuckled a bit.

Grant McGee

Grant McGee

“What’s funny?” asked The Lady of the House.

“Just remembering another road trip,” I said. “Boy, things sure are different since you and I have been together.”

So I told her of the 600-some-odd mile road trip I took in a pickup truck with a woman in back of the open bed.

It was before I met The Lady of the House. I was in Phoenix hanging around with someone else, let’s call her Muriel.

It was decided to spend some vacation time in eastern New Mexico visiting my pals and Muriel’s family.

“I can’t ride up front with you,” Muriel announced while we were planning the 10-hour trip. “I can’t sit up for that long without messing up my back.”

I just looked at her.

“You need to make a bed for me in the back of the pickup truck,” she said.

“You’re gonna get fried to a crisp back there,” I said. “Besides who will I talk to?”

“The dogs,” she said. “They’re riding up front with you.”

I just looked at her.

Departure day came and off we went: Two happy, panting dogs in the cab with me and a sunglasses-wearing, sunscreen slathered, sheet covered Muriel laying down in back on a foam pad.

Guys driving by would look in back of the truck and see me riding up front with the dogs and give me a grin and a thumb up. Women drivers would see the same sight and look angrily at me.

When we arrived in eastern New Mexico a sunburned Muriel hobbled around on blistered legs complaining about the bumpy ride.

“Who’s idea was that anyway?” asked Muriel.

I just looked at her.

“And of course I’d NEVER have you ride in back,” I said to The Lady of the House. “Yep, things sure have changed.”

Grant McGee is a long-time broadcaster and former truck driver who rides bicycles and likes to talk about his many adventures on the road of life.

Contact him at: bikedude@plateautel.net.

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