The Search for Semi Trucks

Some of my favorite childhood memories involve road trips with my family.  I have driven to the Grand Canyon, Mardi Gras, Yosemite, and various other tourist locations.  Those were all relatively short trips from where we were living at the time.  The big road trips were when we drove from Annapolis, Maryland to San Diego, California and when we drove from San Diego back to the east to Rhode Island.  Regardless of the length, my brother and my goal remained the same:  Get a semi truck driver to honk.

We would set our sights out first thing when we got on the road, searching for the ever present semi truck.  I remember one time we saw a huge pack of them on the side of the road.  We were amazed!  Then we saw the sign:  Semi Trucks For Sale.  No drivers.  No honks.

When we finally saw one, with a driver, we would pester and pester our Dad until he would pull up alongside of it so we could see the driver.  Then we wold perform the magical move of  bending the arm at the elbow, with your hand up, making a fist, and then you would pump it up and down.  This was the gesture that actually would mimic the driver's movement when he pulled and honked the incredibly loud semi truck horn.

Sometimes the driver would honk immediately, knowing full well what we were up to.  Then we would all smile and wave our thank you's.  There were times, however, where the driver really made us work for it.  We would pump and pump, mouth out the word "please" in a begging sort of way.  Our poor Dad meanwhile is trying to stay with the driver, slowing down or speeding up as we directed him with our screams.  When the driver would finally honk it was totally worth all the work.

I was out the other day and came up alongside a semi truck and wondered?  Yep.  He honked.  51 years old and I still got it!

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