He paused a moment, then nodded and gestured for me to climb in. I scrambled to get my pack, fold my umbrella, and run
around to his passenger door. Speed is good manners, especially with truckers. I tossed my pack up onto the seat, grabbed the bar behind the door and swung into the cab, with my guitar in my spare hand, then fumbled everything into some sort of order as the truck got under way. The first ride always tastes sweet.
