“What did you say about a front door?” Once again, in a thick, southern Tennessee drawl, the middle-aged, balding salesman in coat and tie repeated, “He’s got ’er front door. Ya dunno CB talk?”
Truck drivers must get their jollies out of passing bike riders as closely as possible. Or maybe they were trying to steal my wallet. Or bicyclists have surged ahead of old ladies on truckers' 10-point scale.
Sponsored
Subscribe to Voyages
Thank you! Your submission has been received!
Oops! Something went wrong while submitting the form.
