BILLY BENDER "Hitchhiking Hippies" (PART 2 of 7)

Momma & Louie both climbed into the truck.  

“Thanks partner,” Screwy Louie said, as he closed the door to the pick-up truck and it sped off.  

“Bender, I need a drink.  Let’s go somewhere,” Davinci stated, and then headed down the road.  

I caught up to him, and it wasn’t long before Davinci put out the ole Hoof, and we were hitchhiking. 

The smell of salt and ocean was plentiful.  There was a slight breeze which was blowing sand through the air.  It kind of tickled when it hit you. 

“Move over Davinci” I shouted. 

Traffic was flying by us at a high rate of speed.   

It was dark outside, there were very few lights in this area, and I wasn’t in the mood to become Road Kill tonight. 

“This Hitchhiking, just plain stinks” Davinci said. 

We had both turned and were walking with the traffic, not hitchhiking when we heard this long, low sounding honk coming from behind us. 

We both turned and were surprised to see a big truck with bright lights pulling over and slowing down. 

Davinci and I walked back to the truck. 

It was stopped too close to the road for us to go around the driver’s side, so we stood there for a minute looking at this huge pink eighteen-wheeler. 

It even had pink lights down the sides of it.   

It was one pretty piece of machinery! 

The engine revved a couple of times and then we heard a voice coming from the passenger side. 

Davinci and I curiously walked from the front of this enormous rig, around to the passenger side. 

“You boys need a lift,” a sweet little voice said from up inside the truck. 

Before Davinci or I could say anything, that sweet heavenly voice spoke again, “Where ya heading?” 

“California!  Davinci hollered out. 

“Shut up, you” I poked Davinci, “we are not going to California. 

Boy he made me mad sometimes! 

I turned and replied myself, “Umm, not California Ma’am.  No we’re just headed back to our farm for the night.” 

“California’s a lot more fun” the heavenly voice suggested to us. 

I don’t know who was more curious at this point, Davinci or I. 

We both walked around closer to the passenger door of the rig. 

We stood there for a moment looking up at the open window. 

There was traffic zooming by in both directions.  

“Whom are we talking to?”  I shouted up at the empty, open window. 

“That would be me,” the heavenly voice replied. 

Just call me “Exy”

 Just then the passenger door popped open. 

Davinci and I were still unable to see who was up there speaking to us. 

Davinci looked at me and said “My leg hurts, my feet hurt, and I’m thirsty…  I’m getting up in that truck!” 

Davinci then proceeded to climb up into the big rig. 

He climbed up there and got settled, had some small talk with the driver, then turned to me. 

“You’re never going to believe this one Bender!”

 

   

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