We went to Wal-Mart today. You know, Wal-Mart, the petri dish of consumerism. What would usually be considered a humdrum outing became something AMAZING when I learned that my cousin and I would have to travel in the cargo bay of the pick-up truck since the inside proper was full of occupants. Why it was AMAZING rather than just somewhat different to the usual was because riding in there felt like something of a combination of riding in a convertible and riding a motorcycle… with a bit of chafed butt at the end of the trip from the hard plastic bottom for good measure. It had the relatively free feeling of being on a motorbike with the relatively safe feeling of being in a convertible rather than a crotch-rocket, while still being subject to the open air. It is also unique in the sense that you’re only seeing what’s behind the vehicle, so we got the pleasure of surprising the people beyond their windshields in front of us with the constant visage of two young adult men sitting in the back of a pickup on the interstate… in the rain.
Suffice it to say I deemed the experience significant enough to film our perspective of the ride with my smartphone as we wound back up our mountain trail. Yay for going to Wal-Mart in the rain.