Part Two
Sylvia and I have been friends for years, but we have become a team. We are dedicated to giving the world a treat on the freeways that will put smiles on their faces and a memory in their hearts that can be put in a mental album for later. We are from Southern California, so we are very familiar with the Los Angeles freeway system that crisscrosses the LA area and imprisons drivers for hours on mind-numbing miles of endless parking lots of cars strung from San Diego to Ventura, from San Pedro to Lancaster.
It is our goal to brighten the day of drivers sequestered into lanes of cars by traffic that numbs the brain and we intend to show them a little kindness by giving them a view of some mammary skin on a hot day in traffic. It has become our calling. We are currently in the Bay Area to show our wares to bored drivers on the eights, as they say in San Fransisco and Silicone Valley.
We arrived here on Wednesday and will spend a week, our vacation actually, exposing ourselves to Northern California culture. Today we plan to do the 680, the 280, and the 580. On the 680 we approached a big rig and even before we got to him he wave us alongside. When we pulled up he held up a sign that said, "Saw you in Pasadena. So good to 'see' you again. Howdy, ladies."
The sign said his name was Chuck, and he held up a second sign that said we are the talk of the CB's from California to Maine. They have even named us the boogie twins. "Boogie twins coming your way, come on." his third sign said.
After we passed him and got the usual horn honk and wave, he slowed down and we went on by. In a few miles we approached another truck and before we got to him a red flag came out of the driver's window and a hand waved us up. Another sign greeted us when we got alongside. "Hello, ladies, good to see all of you again," it said.
"I am Leroy," he yelled from the cab of the truck. "Saw you in LA," he said. "You still look good," he yelled. "Real good."
We passed Leroy and sped up, pulling into the right lane. "We're getting famous," said Sylvia. In a few miles we got dressed and pulled into a truck stop for some food and a bathroom. We were standing in line at a fast food place, I think a MacDonald's, and a fellow in front of us turned around and asked if we weren't the boogie twins.
"That's us," said Sylvia. "And you are?" He said his name was Clint, and his driving partner was Marvin. "He will be thrilled to meet you," he said. "Marvin has become a big fan," he said like he was talking to a celebrity. "You ladies ever seen the inside of a sleeper truck?" he asked. Neither of us had and we had wondered what they were like. Clint and Marvin were from Arizona he explained as he led us to their huge truck. We met Marvin at the truck and he did seem like he was meeting some movie stars.
They wanted to know everything about us and helped us up in the cab of their truck. It was incredibly high and we realized from the cab you could see down into any car, whether the people wanted you to or not. If someone was naked in their car, you would know it from inside the truck. It was also clear you could be wearing anything or nothing in the cab and no one would know. From that high up you had complete privacy.