Rich V and Trucks

May 1994

A group of people. I did not know who they were, but John R was there. we were sitting in the bed of the truck while parked in the driveway watching other trucks attempt to make it up the hill. It was the driveway like VT, but steeper. There were two other trucks up on the hill with me and we were just watching the others come up.

My truck was really big, blue with flare fenders and loaded with chrome. It sparkled in the sun.

A truck burst through the woods to our left and bounced on the driveway next to us. It was Rich V. He jumped out of his truck, we grabbed a beer and just bull shitted for awhile.

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