I suddenly have this recollection of one of our trips from South Carolina to the relative normalcy of Massachusetts, and leaving the West Virginia motel at 6am to get fuel for the tow-pickup for the rest of the day's trip. Kathy and the dogs are back at the motel, waiting for me to return to get back on the final day of our trip of hauling Pearl between her two homes.
I'm sitting at the service station just up the street from the motel and fueling my truck, slight chill with fog in the air and a whiff of sulfur from the local coal mines. The car hauler behind with "Pearl" sitting on top and the truck almost topped off, when this Pickup truck, West Virginia plates, slightly battered, fluttering exhaust note from a worn-out muffler, with a nice patina of surface rust and two women inside who, between the two of them maybe have a total of 9 teeth and a slightly disheveled look like they've been up and busy all night.
They enter the gas station from the road and circle the pump island, slowly, checking out this strange truck, trailer and sports car sitting there in the mist. As their pickup rumbles past, the passenger leans way out of her window and yells, "Hey! Ah really luv yo cahr.....!"
And I replied, "Hey! Thank YU Honey!"
I mean, what else you gonna say to two young, West Virginia beauties like that??
Got fueled up in record time and bugged out back to the motel, loaded the dogs and wife and got the hell outa there!