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Show Fair Forever 121 "Hey kid!" I turn. A tanned man wearing a t-shirt and a ball cap is yelling from his boat, the boat he has just floated from his trailer. "Would you do me a favor?" the man yells. "Me?" "Hop in my truck there and pull it up the ramp. Just get it out of the way. I'll park it after I get my boat tied up." The man doesn't wait for an answer: He turns and starts backing his boat. I scan the boat ramp. The man's truck is idling, and a line of trucks is waiting at the top of the ramp. The driver of the nearest truck is staring, drumming his fingers on his steering wheel. I look around. I'm the only kid in sight. Hoping.off my hike, I run to the man's truck and climb into the cab. I find some buttons at the base of the seat and move it forward until I can see. Then I stretch my foot for the brake pedal and let off the emergency brake. Suddenly, the truck begins to roll back, pulled by the empty trailer. I push harder on the brake and stop. My heart begins to pound. I pull the shifter into drive and peek over the dash, waiting for the gears to engage. When I feel them catch, I step on the gas and the truck roars. Gripping the steering wheel. I ease up the ramp. The next man waiting to. launch lifts his pointing finger in a casual salute.. I pull to the right and turn off the ignition, taking a deep breath. . Peeling my fingers from the steering wheel, I hop out of the cab and admire the truck: It's red and shiny with huge wheels and an oversized cab. The other trucks in line |
