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There is a Truck Driver in my Bed
by Madelyn Miller, the TravelLady
I was a truck race virgin. Until a friend
invited me to the Dallas Motor Speedway to to escort a NASCAR Truck Series race
driver to his vehicle. It was a most memorable experience. I hope it was as good
for him as it was for me.
There was a lot of pomp and circumstance.
I can't even remember my date for my senior
prom. But I will never forget number 16. I only have one souvenir photo.
No pressed flowers, no tickets, no menu from the after prom. I will treasure my crotch shot forever.
But I can't remember either of their names. Thought to ponder: If I got a Chevy Silverado,
would I have more men in my bed? Perhaps this is an experience every single
woman should have.
Madelyn Miller is a travel and automotive
writer who is a proud member of the Texas Automotive Writers Association. In
2008, CarladyNews was chosen as the best automotive website. Read her stories on
www.travellady.com,
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Actually,
I let my friend Barclay do the driving, so I had hands free to record this
experience. I snapped away at all the photo opportunities. We were part of a a
group of Texas Automotive drivers chosen to experience the event by driving
Chevy Silverados in the pre-race delivery of the race drivers to their race
truck. 
Like
senior prom, there was a lot of preparation for a task that lasted mere minutes.
But I enjoyed it much more than my senior prom. 
I don't
actually know the name of the driver who we delivered to his vehicle. And just
like the chaperons at prom, there were a series of handlers who prepared and
supervised us every step of the journey. So you could hardly do anything wrong.
The drivers jumped into the bed, (I didn't really see that, I just looked back
and there he was) grabbed a rubber handle and then we were off. It was a little
like driving a float in a parade. 
I guess the
race driver got a lot farther than my prom date. I didn't even have a bed then
(or at least the part connected to a truck)