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[sid] => 148606
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Where is Red Bonnet?
[time] => 2009-03-20 01:49:54
[hometext] => yes I am talking about the big red semi sighhhhhhhhh
[bodytext] => Unless you have done it, been out on the road. It is hard to comprehend the tall and shifty load. The Oklahoma ice storm, being stuck out on the road Windstorms, and hurricanes, bad weather as she blows. Then a truckers story at times is all the same. We have a special love affair with the trucks that we name. They are a companion, big strong and chromed with steel and we are but the captain at the mighty wheel. I called her Red Bonnet and knew she too was a "girl" and she kept us safe in our travels, paired with our nerves of steel. When we walked away and left her in the rain I felt a pain inside of me, and I will say it once again....... Two weeks have now passed and I wonder where she is now. Is she being taken care of or is she sitting quit and still? I think of the dangerous moments and the ones filled with glee the Hamlin four and Red Bonnet, crusin sea to shining sea. All the truckers know, and understand this well. A truck is not just a truck in fact it is a pal. When you live in it or ride in it and your living depends on it you come to be a family, with the 18 wheels indeed. So the roads are all out there, the pavement still goes where it goes. Red Bonnet and the Hamlin four are now no more. I will always think about her and maybe one day I may see my big red truck Red Bonnet crusin down some highway past me. Late at night in between the city noise in between sleep and twilight I swear I feel her vibration beneath me then I stir and realize I do not feel her for real and I do not hear..... The sound of her whispers lightly, but now a ghost in my ears. So it is the end of the line, memories only remain and the concretecowgirl and red bonnet are not not one in the same a merge of two girls, out on the open interestate it is over now, end of the line now to late. Goodbye Red Bonnet wherever it is you are...... the last ride over and out 10-4 [comments] => 4 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 48 [informant] => shelby [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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