I grinned as, in rapid succession, Charlie, Bob and Thumper drove up to the house. At the back of Charlie’s and Bob’s trucks were trailers loaded with snowmobiles and ATV’s. Thumper, in his usual style, had opted for his racing trailer, and I could only imagine what he’d packed inside.
Shaking my head, I called out as the doors opened on the trucks, “You guys are cutting it pretty close. The sun is almost down.” Thumper grinned at me. “What’s in the trailer?” Thumper’s grin grew broader.
“My Baja race truck. I spent all afternoon stripping the body off and welding in a couple of additional bucket seats with 5-point harnesses.”
My jaw dropped. “What the hell? What are you thinking of using it for?” Thumper scared me from time to time. He tended to go a bit overboard with his various hobbies. Continue reading