The Trout Trucker

 

by William Crisp

 

I was hitchhiking down Route 80 when I caught the eye of a trucker in a white, six-wheeled freighter. He had a wild look in his eye but he pulled in.  I was so happy to get a ride I could cry. He said, “Where ‘ya headin’?” I answered, “Nowhere special- I just want to do some fishin’.” 

He laughed, “Then you’re in the right place for a ride out because I’m taking this truck north to deliver a fresh load of trout.”  Then he said, “Hold on!”;  jammed gears and with a cloud of smoke and squeal and a lot of grinding we were back down Route 80 winding out on two wheels while probably doing ninety.

 

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