Ever since my ex-boyfriend took me to a truck show to look at the latest in trucks, I had been enthralled with eighteen-wheelers. He had just been interested in pickup trucks, but from the moment I climbed into one of the big rigs, I was hooked.
One that we looked into had a large sleeping area with a small refrigerator, TV and stereo and a microwave. Some could be equipped with small chemical toilets. They had pictures of some that looked like half a motor home behind the cab. It was almost like a very small apartment complete with a shower.
About a year later, I was driving home after visiting a friend in another state. After driving for several hours, I stopped to fill up and get something to eat at a truck stop with a Denny’s. While eating, I looked at all the trucks parked out in the parking lot. One looked really cool and I kept looking at it.
When I was done eating, I decided to go get a closer look at it. I walked out to the truck lot and stood there staring at it. It was the most gorgeous shade of metallic sapphire blue with pearl white trim. The bumper, smokestacks, grill and other parts were chrome and it looked impeccable. I was starting to walk around it when I heard someone behind me cough.
“Excuse me, but don’t you see my ‘No Lot Lizards’ sign?”
He was pointing to a sticker on his door.
“Lot lizard? What the hell is a lot lizard? I’m just looking at the truck.”
“Well, you really don’t look like one. Sorry, miss. It’s just that truckers get propositioned a lot by prostitutes and I’m not into that.”
“I saw a couple of these trucks a couple of years ago at a truck show. They just fascinated me. I couldn’t believe how cozy some of them were.”
“Would you like to take a look?”
“Ohhh, can I please?”
“Sure, just give me a minute.”
I watched as he unlocked the door and climbed in, closing the door behind him. For a minute I thought he might just lock me out. He was kind of cute and I could picture myself lying in his bed while he fucked me. Finally, the door opened and he held out a hand to help me up. I climbed in and looked around.
“Wow! This is even bigger than the one I saw. Is that a bunk bed?”
“Well, it is, but I don’t use it for that. It’s just me, but I pretty much live in here, so I use it for storage and such. Got me a small fridge, microwave, little hot plate, and a TV. I carry a guitar with me and do some pickin’ when I can. Would you like a beer or somethin’? I’m Bobby, by the way.”
“Megan, and I didn’t think truckers were supposed to drink.”
“Normally, I couldn’t, but I’m stuck here for a day or so. Place I am supposed to deliver that trailer to, that's hitched to my cab, is on the other side of a small bridge that got damaged. It's the only way in or out, and they won’t have it fixed till Monday. This is the closest decent truck stop, so at least I can get some real food, or use the truckers lounge. I’ll call on Monday morning to see what time I can get through.”
“Well sure then, I will have a beer. The truck I saw just had the lower bed, but that is cool to be able to have the extra storage.”
“That would have been a mid-roof model. This here’s a condo. I sprung for the extra space when I decided to go over the road. I don’t even have a place of my own anymore. Holidays and such, I go visit my folks and stay with them, or if I have a couple of days layover somewhere, I will sometimes get a room. But this is pretty comfortable most of the time.”