Sometimes, it's easy to think of a truck show as simply being another day when truckers park their sick trucks in a big open lot in order to show off their sick trucks and to spend the day avoiding reality and the burdens of life.
Well, while some of this is true, and while I did see some sick trucks this weekend, that's not what I'll remember the most.
What meant the most to me was the people, and how people literally took care of me Saturday. Thanks to those who offered me water during the day; thanks to those who gave me sunblock; thanks to those who even fed me!
Between breakfast Saturday morning and breakfast Sunday morning, the only food I had was a turkey and cheese sandwich graciously hand-made for me by a small group of mini truckers who had traveled a long way for the show, and who were planning on sleeping in the trucks that night. She didn't have to make me that sandwich, or give me a chair and shade to sit in! They also let me hang out with them during those dinner-time hours when the show had quieted down. It was so amazing to stay at the show from morning until night, watching the morning turn to afternoon, and the afternoon turn to night. My ride back to the hotel had left by nightfall, and I was playing it by ear as to how I would get back to the hotel that night, fully realizing (but trying not to act concerned) that I just might get left behind. Had it not been for them, I would have been literally alone, thirsty, and extremely hungry. So, I appreciate all this greatly! To me, I don't care about how custom your truck is, or how popular you are in the scene. It's the little things - like a simple turkey sandwich provided by new friends I'll probably never see again and have no way to contact - that mean the most to me at the end of the day. That's what it's all about.