47 Rides – #31 Half full

From Lake Louise to a truck stop a little down the road was a ride from a guy in a half full pickup truck.  My stuff barely fit, the seatbelt barely fastened and the door didn’t really close all the way.  I pictured the door swinging open and me flying out, clinging on the door handle, my feet skipping on the pavement, only to be knocked onto a road rash by my bags falling out after me.

It didn’t happen and the ride got me to a good spot.