Scenes from a gas station.

I took my dog, Sadie for a ride tonight.  It’s one of our weekly rituals so she doesn’t get cabin fever.  She is one of the best dogs to give a ride to.  She’ll jump up to her seat and lay down quietly as I drive down the road.

The trips aren’t usually too long. Twenty minutes tops if I feel she needs extra away time.

Tonight I needed to gas up for the week so I thought I’d take her with me.

The gas station was brightly lit as usual.  It was also busier than expected.  There were three full sized, crew cab pickups pulling trailers sitting in strategic areas.  Two were gassing up while one was off to the side to allow other people the ability to gas up.

I pulled my truck up in the bay between them.  One truck was pulling a rock wall and I wondered if there was a festival going on somewhere that weekend.  That’s when I noticed that the one of the other trailers had a granite business printed on it.  I doubted that it was part of the group then, but the generator being towed behind the trailer gave me doubts.

A loud rumbling shifted my thoughts.

“More trucks.”  I said to myself.  “Probably horse pullers from the sound of it.”

My guess was disproved as two long bed diesels pulled in boy racer style.

They were jacked up on aftermarket suspension lifts, shod in large off road rubber, and sprayed in a covering of mud and turf.

One of the young drivers looked at me questioningly as I looked at the rigs.  I gave him a slight smile and a nod of the head to calm his fragile ego.  His young face and plaid white shirt instantly brought back an article I read by Ted Baxter.

Ted was an editor for Car and Driver back in ’82 and had written about the culture of high school boys and their trucks in Hardin County, Texas. He went through the pecking order of those trucks and how the young owners would spend copious amounts of money on them to attract the fairer sex.  Thirty-one years later it seems like not much has changed.

I twisted the cap back on and shut the flap as the kids strolled into the station for Cokes.  They left their trucks running for audio effect.

Ted’s words faded as I pulled away only to be replaced by a song by Mary Chapin Carpenter.

2 thoughts on “Scenes from a gas station.

    • She’s the best. I’ve never had a dog so well beahved in the truck. In fact, the last lab I had bit an chunk off the headliner when I turned a curve on the freeway.

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