Longest time out on the road

This was supposed to be an adventure story, but somehow I got sidetracked into this romantic stuff LOL
I don't know what got in to me.

 

Its ok, its fun watching a story evolve as it gets writin, sometime it just gets a mind of its own and goes off one way or another.

man firefox spellcheck hate me, but google sets me strait for spelling

 

I reckon it's ok. After all, Burt Reynolds picked up Sally Fields in "Smokey and the Bandit"

 

I HATE WAITING man your stories are soooo good let me know when ya get a book out and where to buy it cause i know tons of people that would LOVE to read it

 

i agree with mrsemi05. where the heck is the next segment?! you are leaving us all hang. and i also agree with him on the book. when your book hits market and you are the next millionair, let me know where to buy it because i would love to own it.

 

Tex took a seat at Ted's and ordered steak and eggs along with some coffee. Juan Pablo spied him from the back and made his way out to the table.
"Buenos dias, Senor Tex. Good to see you sir" Pablo said in greeting as they shook hands.
"Glad to be here Pablo. Ain't been to Cali in a while, and can't hardly pass this place without stopping"
"Glad to have your business. You just missed your amigo. A Senor Rick? He stayed at the motel last night.
He was in the company of a beautiful lady too"
"A young blonde?" Tex asked.
"Si, si, about 20. But I have a question Tex and I hope it's not too personal"
"Won't know til you ask pardner. What is it Pablo?"
Pablo hesitated, seemed unsure how to proceed, then came out with it.
"Well your friend Ricky, he seemed to be a fine young man. And the young lady, well she seemed very comfortable with him.
But her face was cut and bruised and it seemed recent. It is not my affair, but it concerns me.
If he is responsible, I could not call him my friend and I don't think you could either"
Tex seemed to digest this information as he sipped his coffee and lit up a smoke.
He pieced together what he knew from talking to Ricky in Dallas and what must have transpired since then.
He recalled passing the truck with a single rebel flag mudflap pulled over at the New Mexico Port of Entry and noticing the empty jump seat.
He then told Pablo what he hoped to be the truth.
"I assure you Ricky is not responsible my friend. The girl was in the company of a bad man, but Ricky is watching out for her now"
Pablo seemed relieved. "I believe you Tex and that is good to hear. You will see him soon?"
"We are both in LA tomorrow, so I will try"

 

"Sir, this license says your name is Richard Reed and you are from Inman SC. Is that correct?" was the first thing out of the CHP's mouth after we were ordered out of the cab.
"Are you in possession of any firearms, narcotics or large amounts of cash?" was the next thing.
I was having a real bad feeling about this. A feeling that started as soon as the agent at the California POE picked up the phone as I was pulling away from the booth.
Barely out of Blythe and I'm getting pulled over by not one, but two California Highway Patrol cars.
While Mr. Congeniality here was grilling us like wanted criminals, his partner was doing a thorough search of my truck.
If I don't agree to this I will be happy to get a warrant he assures me. Yeah, yeah, whatever.

"Does your momma know where you are?" the CHP officer with aviator sunglasses asked Darlene.
Seemed more like an interrogation than an interview.
"Look officer, I done told you she's over eighteen and her momma ain't got nothing to do with anything" I interjected.
One of those times when I should have kept my mouth shut.
"And I'm telling you for the last time to keep your mouth shut until you're spoken to.
Next time time your butt will be cuffed in the back of that cruiser"
He gave me the evil stare for a few more seconds before he turned back to Darlene, opting for a softer approach.
"Now listen...uh, Darlene" he began, having to look at her ID to confirm her name, which he had obviously forgotten. Mr. Sincerity now.
"We are only trying to help you. If you are being forced to do anything against your will, now is the time to speak up.
I'm sure your parents are worried sick by now. And I'm concerned about the injuries to your face"
I had never known Darlene to be anything but sweet and timid, but this condescending attitude from the trooper must have flipped a switch.
After giving him an evil stare of her own, she responded to the officer.
"Well I appreciate your concern but my parents are none of your #### business.
My daddy got killed in Viet-Nam and my momma ain't been right since.
Besides, I'm over eighteen and don't report to her noway.
And if you're implying that Ricky beat me up, you are so full of it mister.
And I sure hope you don't treat everybody this way on their first visit to your state"
I don't where she pulled that last line from, but Mr. Tourism seemed to take personal offense.

Realizing she was absolutely correct and he had no grounds to press her if she wasn't making a complaint, he tried a new approach.
"Just giving you fair warning here young lady. If you are aware of any contraband in the cab of that truck and you're not telling us, you can be considered an accomplice"
Oh my. Never heard that one before.He's getting desparate. Not hard to see where this is going.
He had absolutely no probable cause to stop me and now he is hoping to find some justification for the stop.
He could have at least let me get rolling out of town. Give me a chance to exceed the speed limit or something.
But he was so absolutely sure I was guilty of something, he couldn't wait to pull me over.
That only leaves one possibility.
He was tipped.

 

geez. stupid leo.

 

After reviewing my log book, bill of lading and truck/trailer registration for what seemed to be the twentieth time, Mr. Law & Order determined I was free to go.
His frustrated sidekick left my cab looking like an alligator wrestling tournament had taken place inside, but he was apparently satisfied that I was contraband free.
During the festivities I noticed Tex ease by. Hard to miss the 359 Pete with bull horns on the hood.
He didn't tap the horn or wave. Obviously not wanting to indicate he knew me.
Smart move on his part. This cop would surely think him guilty by association.

Back in the cab Darlene showed me a card the trooper slipped her when I wasn't looking.
Had a toll free number for the CHP, in case she had second thoughts about anything.
How come I didn't get a card? Geez, talk about no respect.
Once we got rolling Darlene busied herself straightening up the cab.
Seems our eager investigator found it necessary to completely strip the mattress along with emptying my aspirin and vitamin bottles onto the bed.
I guess he wants me to just say no to pain relief and good health.

"Hey Mustang!" the CB crackled.
That had to my buddy 'Smokin Joe' from Black Mountain NC.
Can't miss that crazy looking purple Freightliner.
"What's goin on hero?" I answered.
"Just seen that lunatic Tex with the horny Peterbilt a while back. He said he would be in Cabazon when you got there. If you got there, that is.
Whatever that was supposed to mean"
"What it means is the last time he seen me I was having a face to face with some bad hombres back in Blythe, but they were kind enough not to arrest me" I explained.
"I tell you what. You dang Carolina boys can't stay out of trouble.Ok big buddy, be cool. See ya back around the house"
"10-4 Joe. Adios"

 

good work man. very great reading. gets better and better with each part you add. hope to meet you very soon. should be stateside soon.