“My advice is: if you’ve got to be miserable to write great music, then drive a truck.”~ Chris Isaak
One of the most vivid memories I’ve carried with me is one of sharing moments with several women who were my childhood crushes. Even before I reached the age of ten years old, I had my favorites. Three of them in fact! They were girls named Lisa, Martha, Kayla and Ana.
More specifically related to this blog post, was the time that I went to a high school parade. Kayla and Ana who were cheerleaders and classmates of my elder brother would soon find me yet again in their presence with my heart all beating wildly. In fact, the entire cheerleader squad knew that my eyes would always twinkle when I would see any of them.
The parade, I remember was cold and a little damp. Being so close to Christmas time. Until one of the floats in the parade came crawling by. I didn’t notice at first, but it was the float of the high school cheerleaders. They were throwing out pieces of candy to the crowds on both sides of the street.
But once it had passed where I was standing on the side of the street and Ana had seen that I was standing there, she yelled and waved at me. Suddenly I was being showered by tons of pieces of candy as fast as she could throw with both hands. Eventually everyone on the back of the parade float would launch ALL of the candy that they had. Barrels of candy being poured into the streets.
Needless to say that children from both sides of the street came streaming to grab as much of it as possible. All the while trying to avoid getting ran over by others who were marching in the parade and the upcoming floats that were behind them. Tons of hard candy were crushed by the tires of the parade float and much of the “good candy” would vanish by the will of young children fueled by sugar-filled avarice.
After employing my younger brother to grab me a piece of candy from the streets, after hundreds of pounds of candy had been poured everywhere, I only ended up with a broken piece of butterscotch.
The reason why the cheerleaders went that wild was because I had been in the hospital because of a major surgery. And this was the first time that they had seen me since that surgery and they all wanted me to feel better. What better way to do that than to shower me with candy!
Fast forward to this evening.
A neighbor and I decided that we wanted to go out to eat. But since neither one of us have a driver’s license, we had to ask another couple who lives here to take us and invite them along. We were calling it a double date.
Their vehicle though is a small truck. There would not be enough room for all four of us to ride inside. So I was the one that sat in the bed of the pick up.
As we went blazing up the highway at speeds of at least 75 MPH (120 KM/H), vehicles that were in traffic behind us would find quite the surprise to see me just chilling out in the back of the truck. The wind blowing through my hair as I sat still.
Most of the drivers behind us stared at me with their jaws dropping. Others were curious and smiling, taking photographs of me with their cell phones.
And it was the same way when we returned home. Although the wind was more vicious and I was not able to move my head around and look about as I was on the way to the restaurant.
For several miles, I noticed one vehicle that was packed with teenage girls. Every last one of them kept smiling and laughing and pointing at me. When I noticed this, I pointed back. I smiled back at them. The next thing I knew, everyone with the exception of the driver (thankfully) had their iPhones and cell phones as close to the windshield as possible.
Then when it had seemed like everyone had taken photographs of me in the wind in the back of this truck, I watched them as they kept sharing with one another what they had. And then they sped off and disappeared.
But then later on they would fall behind again and I would see them, but from the other side of the vehicle.
Again, they took more and more photographs and the second time around I was blowing kisses, winking, and throwing up the Horns at them. To which a couple of them in the backseat threw Horns back.
But sadly, these moments of fun would come to an end as the truck turned east and the girls in the other vehicle kept on heading south.
It was like I was riding a float in my OWN parade. And every person who was ever directly behind the truck that I was in… if they dared to look straight ahead would find quite the surprise.
But even so… having my own parade, I know how others have felt when they have been riding on a float or in the back of a convertible or in any way behind in front of people from the sides.
I just don’t think that in the history of any parade, that the floats were going just as fast!!!!