When I met Bruce he was working as a truck driver. A regular 18 wheeler King of the Road. He was lucky enough at that time to be working locally, which meant he was home every night or I should say day because he worked nights. The scheduled sucked for dating because I worked long hours during the day. Every so often we had to just go out on a limb and make time to have fun.
He once said driving through the night was boring and lonely and wished I could go with him for a ride to keep him company. I decided that I would take a Friday off from work and go with Bruce on a Thursday night to spend some time together. The truck itself was old and noisy but we cranked up the radio and I was in my glory singing at the top of my lungs knowing he couldn't hear me!
His route took him from CT to Rhode Island and Massachusetts each night and the majority of the miles were earned on interstates. There isn't much traffic around at 3:00 in the morning. With the cruise control set to 70 mph, I looked over and saw Bruce grinning an evil grin when he said "we're going to switch seats". I can't imagine the look that must have been on my face but I know it was one of fear. Of course I said "no" and I'm pretty sure there was a "are you
All of a sudden, he started to scoot out of his seat (bucket seats) while holding the wheel and tells me to slide in behind him. That was about the time I thought I was going to pee myself. OMG, this guy was nuts. There was no way I was doing it and I flat out refused. I really liked Bruce up to this point so when he said he'd never take me out again that was enough to convince me. Convince me to act crazy for change in my life.
With my life flashing before my eyes, I got behind the wheel. When I tell you how scared and panicked I was, it doesn't begin to tell you how hard my heart was beating. I was behind the wheel of an 18 wheeler that was cruising at 70 mph on the interstate. Maybe I was just as nuts as Bruce was.
My hands were holding the wheel so tight my knuckles were turning white. After about 1 minute I said "OK, take over. I'm done." If I haven't told you before about Bruce's sense of humor, let me state here that he makes me laugh. Out loud and often! He said no and told me he was going to take a nap. When I screamed/laughed at him that that was not going to happen, he proceeded to very calmly explain what I was looking to do. How to check the side mirrors for lane changes, how to pull over if another vehicle was coming down an on ramp, etc. I began to relax a bit and thanked the good lord for there being only one car on all of Interstate 495. I was actually doing it though. No one was going to believe this.
Suddenly, Bruce pulled out a camera. I objected but clearly he had the upper hand. That particular stretch of road was being worked on so it was quite uneven and torn up. The shocks in the truck were shot which made for a very rough and jarring ride. That said, I think now is the time to bring up that I'm very well endowed and I don't like to wear a bra.
All of a sudden, a hand comes up under my arm and grabs the zipper on my black hoodie. He pulled it down and while I was in my no-bra glory, "bouncing" up and down, Mr. Smarty Pants took my picture.
And that my friends is how Bouncin Barb came to be.
P.S. We did make it back in one piece after I threatened to never reveal the Ta-Ta's again if he didn't get back in the driver seat. Two can play that game!