-18 Wheels' Rollin', Gear Jammin' and Sunny Dayz- (Closed)

"That's fuckin' it! I have had it!" Sunny screamed at her deadbeat boyfriend as she ran after her again trying to grab her hair as she ran down that hallway of their trailer. Sunny made it in time, she slammed the door and locked it, she pushed the five-drawer dresser in front of it so he couldn't get in this time.

Sunny was twenty-one, she worked as a waitress in a small dinner along the interstate in El Paso Texas. She left the east coast when she was eighteen and hooked up with her deadbeat boyfriend when they were in high school. It was her decision to take a year off after graduation and just drive across the United States, and he invited himself to go along. Sunny figured he could do half the driving and it would be all good, and a year from the date they left they would return.

Plans never work out, she knew that, hell everyone does. When you plan it, doesn't work, if you don't everything works out just fine....at least in the book of Sunny Dayz. Yes, that was her real name, she heard all the jokes for years. Mom and dad were hippies, she always thought it could had been worse like Moon, Lake, Daisy or even Poppy. Heck, if she ever had plans to do a porn movie she already had the name for it. Sunny liked her name, it made her feel good. She always had one of those screw it attitudes and left things roll off her back. Glass was always half full, light at the end of the tunnel, silver lining etc, etc. Which was why three years later she was still with Kyle, always giving him another chance.

Reaching into her cowboy boot, she pulled out an envelope and looked inside it. There was a twenty, three tens and a couple ones. She took in a deep breath and released it slowly as she knew Kyle found her tip money and blew it on beer and other bitches once again.

He was standing on the other side of the door pounding hard, as he yelled her name over and over. The only accent he picked up was a drunken slur the past two years. It was a little over a week as they headed from the east coast, stopping in Texas the car took a shit, and so did their relationship. Kyle blew most their money drinking, the car needed a new engine and they were almost broke.

Sunny found a cheap place in El Paso they could call home, with two hundred left, she found a job and tried saving money. She wanted to complete her trek across the states except it seemed her boyfriend was doing everything to sabotage it. Today was the last straw, she didn't care how she got back to the coast she was going.

Grabbing what clothing and personal items she could fit into her brown leather bag she shoved it in till the zipper looked like it was going to burst. She slipped on a pair of clean jean cut offs, her favorite (only) cowboy boots and hat and a plaid shirt which she tied mid way and only buttoned two buttons. It was hot outside, and if she was walking she needed to dress semi cool. The nights could be brutal but she didn't care no more.

Sunny stuck on her shades, her long light brown hair was up under her hat and she listened by the door. Everything was quiet, she wondered if he passed out. Slowly she pushed the dresser back over where it was and unlocked the door. Turning the knob slowly she carefully opened it making sure it wouldn't squeak. Sunny walked down the hall with her purse and bag as quiet as a mouse, taking each step with caution.

Once in the livingroom she peered about seeing no sign of him. Sunny walked to the door and out of nowhere Kyle jumped from behind the kitchen counter and leaped towards her. Sunny grabbed the closest thing she could and hit him with it. Kyle went down and Sunny was left standing there holding a broken Monte Alban Tequila bottle in her hand. tequila dripped down her arm and she looked at him laying there on the floor. Either she killed him or knocked him out but she wasn't sticking around to find out, or to be his punching bag again.

The first place he would look for her was the diner, she walked fast past there, taking a trail so nobody would see her and she headed out towards the highway. There wasn't to much traffic on the old dirt road but every now and then you had a few big rigs, pick ups and cars. Every car that passed drove by her, a few pick ups as well. She was surprised but hell they were most likely locals and she need a rig headed east bound, somebody that could at least get her across Texas today.

Sunny would walk a bit, and each time a vehicle would come by she didn't bother hitching a ride she needed a rig. Hearing one coming down the dirt road a ways back she turned, dropped her bag and put her thumb up and waited for the trucker to get closer in hopes of a ride east.

Big Mac had just picked up a load of machine parts from a warehouse. As he was leaving, he heard an old friend on the radio. "Got ya ears on Big Mac, this here's Crazy C."

"Ya got me CC" I respond to my long time friend.

"I'm head in to shakyton with a load of rocks he bout you?"

"I'm on the flip flop headin to the friendly with scrap metal. I ain't got the 10-36 to stop and get some java juice. Gotta get them greenstamps."

"Heard that driver, maybe on the flip flop." Crazy C came back.

"Fer shure fer shure. I'm moving on." I hung up my mic smiling at hearing from Crazy C. I threw my rig into granny and pulled out into the dirt road leading to the highway.

I popped in a well used CD and skipped ahead to track 7. The opening notes of Willie Nelson strumming on his guitar always helped my mind focus on the drive ahead, and as long as I listened to him sing in about being On The Road Again, I had never been in an accident.

As the song died out, I was feeling pretty good, after this trip, I would be a member of the million mile club. Something I had wanted to earn since my dad showed me his award. Driving 1million miles without a ticket, accident, fright damage, or late delivery was no small feat.

I Sam a person on the side of the rad ahead. I looked for a car and nothing. I saw nothing was coming in the other lane so I moved over and as I came up on her, and hot damn what a her her was... I saw her thumb out. I slowed down and pulled off the road.

I sat in my truck, waiting for her to walk up to the door. I couldn't see her in my mirror so I was about to hammer down why I saw her on the drivers side. I looked out my window and gazed at the hottie below me. Nice clevage I thought to myself looking down at her. http://farmradiosupply.com/images/truck_driver.jpg

Sunny felt the heat from the hot Texas sun shining down upon her. The sweat began to form on her brow as she walked, waited and trudged onwards towards her destination. What she thought was a rig wasn't it was a junkie old pick up with a load of chickens in cages squawking away. he pulled over and she gave him a friendly smile and wave passing up the ride.

She lifted her hat and wiped the sweat off her arm from her forehead. Sunny hoped she didn't make a mistake by passing up the ride. She turned looking back over her shoulder hearing another louder sound of tired on gravel. This was a big rig, he dropped her bag by her feet stuck her thumb out and watched as the rig came into view.

The rig came closer and closer, she had semi hoped it was a driver she had served coffee or food to in the restaurant which would make it easier to get into the cab with whoever was driving but at the moment she had no time to spare.

Sunny watched the big rig pass her by, she turned and seen the tires lock up, the gravel spit out from under the big tires as the driver locked them up and stopped along side the road. She couldn't see the driver right away till he rolled down the window and hung slightly out of it.

Sunny grabbed her bag and ran along the road, through the dust and stopped at the driver side door as she reached up grabbed the chrome hard bar and pulled herself up as she stepped on the running board. Hey, I'm headed east to the coast any chance your going my way and can I hitch a ride.?" she asked and needed to be up front. "I don't have much cash, the ex boyfriend took most of my saved up tips."

She knew the ride wouldn't be free and knew what the possibilities were but she didn't care she needed out of Texas before he came around if she didn't kill him by accident with the bottle to the head. "I promise I wont be no trouble..." she gave the good looking guy her big eyes and batted her lashes.

"My my my young lady. This is your lucky day. I'm headed to the Friendly er uhh Philly. I got an extra seat up here, and where could use the company. Especially someone as pretty as you."

His eyes stared into her sunglasses wondering what secrets she was hiding.

Sunny smiled at the young good-looking guy behind the big rig as he spoke. he had a bit of an accent, southern kind mixed maybe with a little Yankee in him. She couldn't quite tell but he wasn't old enough to have been on the road that many years. She could feel her cheeks blush red, feeling the warmth in her face as he complimented her.

"Thank you!" She said and jumped down from the side of the rig, feeling the stones under the soles of her boots as she grabbed her bag and ran around the front of the truck and hopped up on the runner as she opened the door and tossed her bag in first on the seat.

She stood further up grabbing the hand rail and then her bag tossing it to the floor as she climbed into the passenger seat noticing it was an air seat for an easier ride. Sunny did the seat belt, she looked over to him and smiled. "You have no idea how glad I am you came along." She opened her bottle of water and took a sip. "I really appreciate this mister. My name's Sunny...=Sunny Dayz in fact. And yes that is my real name."

Once you were buckled up, I threw the truck in gear and it started moving forward with a bit of a lurch. "I hope you live up to your name" I say, as I got back on the road. As I work my way up the gears, I finish my thought "Sunny Dayz makes for long hot steamy nights..."

Soon we were crusing along. I glance over at you admiring your flat stomach, and not quite visible boobs, and your long lean supple tan legs.

"You went a drink? Or something to eat?" I ask you as we pass nothing but scrub brush.

Sunny couldn't wait till El Paso was way , way far behind her. There was a couple pluses to it that she could think of and one was the military presence it had. Men in uniforms were fucking hot to her. She didn't know why she passed a few up that came into the diner. That would have been her out of her shit relationship a while back.

When it came to admitting stuff, she really liked the climate even though it got bloody friggin' hot. There were dry winters, and the summers were killers with heat there was usually very little humidity. The east coast had snow humidity but no sand and dust storms. There were plus and negative for all places and she just knew she wanted to go back home and forget the trip even happened. She still had plans to finish what she started one day.

The rig started back down the road again. Looking in the side mirror she could see the dust and dirt behind them closing the door to El Paso soon enough and she felt a sigh of relief. "I hope you live up to your name. Sunny Dayz makes for long hot steamy nights..." Sunny smiled. She wasn't sure what it meant for sure but took it for payment of the ride.

As the cruised alone, she was beginning to get a little more comfortable with him. She glanced to him as she caught him doing the same back. He was hot looking, there was no doubt there.

"You went a drink? Or something to eat?" He asked her as she nodded.

"I'm starving, and a cold drink would sure beat the hell out of this warm water I've had since I started walking this morning till now." Sunny replied. Reaching up she lifted her cowboy hat and her long tress spilled out from under it. She raked her fingers thru the long loose locks and then quickly gathered it braiding it then sticking her hat back on. " So, name? No idea what to call you."

The CB radio was squawking away as she talked to him, the road music played, her foot tapped on the floor along with it.

It got a bit tight in my jeans as I watched you pay with your long hair. Always had a thing for woman with long straight hair. "Handles Big Mac, ain't no one used my other name since I got my rig. I got some iced tea in that cooler on the floor. There's also some sammiches in there. Help yaself. If ya don't mind hand me one."

I down shifted as we turned onto E Schuster ave heading for I10 since the traffic picked up.

I watched from the corner of my eye, as you bent over the cooler getting out some lunch, hoping to see more of your amazing clevage.

I wasn't dsapointed as your shirt fails open giving me an almost unobstructed view. I Slw the truck down as we pull up to a red light. "So what you running away from. I don't need no trouble wit' any local yokel or county mounty."

Sunny laughed, "what a team, Big Mac and Sunny Dayz," she said. "I'm really glad you came along and picked me up. Thanks"

Looking around she leaned over the dog box in the middle and through the parted curtains and looked on the floor seeing the cooler. Sunny flipped the lid and reached inside grabbed out two teas and two sandwiches, closing the lid and turned towards Mac.

Sunny jerked a bit as he shifted gears, turning towards him, she watched as he glanced over to her and eyed her breasts. Wasn't the first time her tits were looked at and sure enough wouldn't be the last. Her shirt hung open allowing him a perfect full view of the swells of her young firm breasts, she pushed back and placed the two sandwiched on the dog box and sat back in the passenger seat and opened both sandwiches and handed him his, placing the tea in the drink holder trying to make it easier for him as he drove.

"So what you running away from. I don't need no trouble wit' any local yokel or county mounty." He asked her.

"The story is simple Mac. Couple years back I decided to drive across the states for shits and giggles. Boyfriend came with and we got stuck in El Paso. Took a job there, he became a drunk and abusive so I split this morning." Sunny said, as she took a bite of the sandwich and a sip of the cold tea.

"I whacked him with a bottle this morning to get out of the house and knocked him out. Wasn't much blood so I know I didn't hurt him." She added. "So ain't going to be no trouble. Just got tired of working for nothing. Going back home to go to school and since the bastard took all my tip money, I decided to hitch it on back home to the east coast where I'm from."

"Was he breathing when you left? Where's home?" Mac bit into his sandwich. He rested it on his left leg float shifting as he encountered several brake checks.

Mac had always dreamed of being a knight in shining armor to a damsel in distress. The only time before he picked up a hitchhiker, was2 years ago, just outside guitar town. She was 60 years old and a fundamentalist christian nut job. Mac had no problem with religion, he attended church when he could, but this lady was about as far out there as Fred Phelps, though not hateful. He was glad to dump her in hot town at a TA.

Mac was mentally reviewing his route and listening to the radio. It was the usual inane chatter, breakers who had nothing to say, and locker room talk that had become all too common. When there was a bit of silence Mac took the radio in his hand "Big Mac heading east on 10 from El Paso to 40 lookin for a smokey check."

"I got ya driver, roads as clear as a virgins conscience."

I laughed at the good ole boys simile, 10-4. Keep your nose between the ditches and smokey out your britches."

I was pleased to see Sunny laughing at the off color remark. This trip was going to be interesting, very interesting indeed.

"Was he breathing when you left? Where's home?" Mac asked Sunny as they drove down the highway, looking at nothing much but cars, trucks, dust, tumbleweeds and dead armadillos along side the roadway.

Sunny looked back to him as she nodded her head yes, "Yep he was breathing I believe. Yea, he was I'm pretty sure of it. He was drunker than a skunk which was typical. Thought I wasn't going to get out of there before he hurt me." Sunny took another bite of her sandwich and a swig of her tea and finished answering his question.

"I'm originally from a small town in south east Pennsylvania. I just wanted to take a year off, travel the United States and just see things....that's all and it turned out to be a nightmare that lasted a few years."

As she ate her sandwich she listened to him talk over the radio, she laughed and relaxed more. Sunny reached down and took her boots off and placed them to the side as she folded up her legs under her and just felt glad enough to be going home.

"You always sleep back there in the bunk or hotels? I know most truck stops have showers and that. Truckers always stopped at the dinner and I chatted with them all the time. I could always tell the ones that been on the road for years, they had some of the best stories about their travels out here on the open road. How long you been out here Mac and where do you hang your hat and put your boots at night when not in the rig? Got a wife or girlfriend?"

Mac watched the boots slide off her long tan legs, his pants getting even tighter. He was disappointed when she tucked them under her sexy ass.

"I've got my CDL on my 21st birthday. My old man was a gearjammer, and every summer when my buddies went to summer camp and made lanyards, I rode with him, learning about trucks and this wonderful country. When Dad hit 1 and 2 million miles I was with him. It took him 11 years for the first and 12 for the second. I decided that I wanted my first million in 5 years. I should hit that on this trip right around Watergate City."

I finished my sandwich, as I10 came into view. I smiled ready to get some real miles between us and her ex. I got onto the ramp and put the hammer down. I ran up the gears quickly getting up to speed, I put on my turn signal, and saw a parkin' lot in my mirror. He flashed his lights, letting me know it was safe to move into the granny lane. I flicked my taillights to thank him, set my cruise control to 65, knowing no smokeys were takin' pictures.

I checked the sandwich lane, and it was clear so I moved over. I put in my favorite Red Sovine CD, and added a bit of pressure to my air ride seat since we on the big road. I swallowed the last of my tea. I put the bottle in the bag I had hanging from the passenger seat for trash, and continued with my story.

"My 26th birthday is in a week. I'll be the youngest gear jammer to hit a million safe miles, and fastest too. Most drivers take at least nine years to get there." I smiled proudly.

"Now here's our situation darlin'. I own this rig. When it's parked I ain't earnin' money. I got a bottle and funnel to 10-100 in, I carry food and drinks in that cooler, and eat and drink breakfast and lunch on the move. I hit a choke n puke every night for go-go juice, a free shower, dinner, and to stretch my legs. When I max out my cheat sheets, I stop to sleep on the bunk, in my drawers. You can either shower and bunk wit' me, or you cough up yer own greenstamps to fer a shower and bed."

"I ain't try in to be an ass darlin'. I'm tryin' to git my own trucking company started. I got an investor, and I only need another 50k to git goin'. I'll pay fer food, and laundry though cuz I assume yer as poor as a church mouse. Right darlin'?"

I saw a flat rack up ahead in the hammer lane. I picked up my radio. "how about ya flat rack at the 42 yardstick on 10 eastbound, got yer ears on? Comeback"

"Ya got shadowrunner, kick it in..."

"Big Mac comin' at ya Shadowrunner. If you don't wanna get Bear bit, git outta the hammer lane. Gear jammers ain't allowed in the hammer in the lone star."

"10-4 driver, I forgot."

"Yer back door is clear , come on over...the blacktop is fine."

"Rog-o Big Mac and thanks."

"I'm gone driver, keep the shiny up and greasy down."

"10-4"

After that I looked at you from the corner of my eye. I was wondering what you were thinging. The silence was stifiling, so I answered your other question. "As fer my love life, I got a few truck stop hookups, but no ole lady. Driving how I do ain't leave time for romance or relationships. Once I get M3 up and runnin' I'd like to get an O.L. and some anklebiters."

Sunny liked him, she settled in with him thinking she got lucky on this ride across country. She listened to him talk, answering her questions. he was telling her all about what he and his father did, riding on the road. She listened as he spoke about milestones he wanted to hit, and she wondered exactly how many trips from coast to coast that would be in a row. Sunny wasn't a driver so trying to process that many miles in her head was confusing.

Looking back in her mirror each mile marker took her further and further from where she was and closer to where she was going. She listened and felt him shifting gears as they went up the ramp and merged onto the highway. She couldn't wait to see that sign that there were leaving Texas and entering Louisiana or Arkansas. It didn't matter which way he went as long as it was East.

Sunny glanced over at him, he was putting a CD in and she hand a feeling it would be some kind of country music. He looked like a country kind of guy. Then again they all thought she was like that and it wasn't till Texas that she ever listened to country at all. The dinner had it playing 24/7, so working there as much as she did, busting her ass for what little she did make she had no choice but to listen to it.

The song Teddy Bear played as she looked the other way. The song was a tear jerker like many other he sang. Next came Daddy's girl and she sung with it as well as she looked along the roadway till he began talking again. Sunny gave him a smile as he spoke of his birthday coming up the following week as well as hitting a million miles, safe miles by that time.

Sunny could tell her was geared up to do it and she believed he would make the million mile before it. He had drive, even if it wasn't such a big deal to some people it was to him and she liked that about Mac. He was a straight shooter and didn't seem to give a shit what other's thought. He did his thing and was happy doing it. She admired that.

Listening to him, she took a little at a time trying to process everything he was saying. She sure got the part about a funnel and a bottle, food and the rest it just took time to sink in and make sense. "I don't have a problem showering or bunking with you Mac." She said, and she really didn't. There was a side to her that was very shy but after she got to know you Sunny had a streak in her that was pretty damn wild. It just took a little bit to get it to come out.

"I ain't try in to be an ass darlin'. I'm tryin' to git my own trucking company started. I got an investor, and I only need another 50k to git goin'. I'll pay fer food, and laundry though cuz I assume yer as poor as a church mouse. Right darlin'?" he said to her as she nodded her head up and down feeling like shit she was even in this position.

"Listen Mac, I'm really sorry. I feel bad I can't help much but I can give you money back once back east. I like you, and you deserve it since you pretty much came to my rescue." Sunny said.

She took the last sip of her tea and stuck it down in the bag he used for trash as well as her sandwich wrapper as she was on the radio talking with another driver. When finished he answered the last of her questions after silence filled the air as she dazed out the window of the truck. Sunny heard his voice and listened to him as he said about his personal life.

Sunny hoped she wasn't in the way of him and his...'hook ups' and if she was she would wander away for a while. "This is you life I imposed on, if you need me to get lost for a while I can then you can get with your girlfriends."

Another song came on and she tapped her toes to it, her fingers tapping on her knee as she sung softly.

"Listen Mac, I'm really sorry. I feel bad I can't help much but I can give you money back once back east. I like you, and you deserve it since you pretty much came to my rescue."

Mac looked at her and smiled. He lowered the volume a bit his eyes still moist from Teddy Bear. "Look darlin' I ain't ask in ya ta pay fer nothin'. If ya gotta do sumthin' help someone out who needs it.

"I was raised to believe that a stranger is a friend ya ain't meet yet. And to give yer shirt when asked fer ya coat. Besides my hookups are few are far between and ain't one of 'em half as pretty as you. Besides ain't none of 'em worthy of begin' called girlfriend, never mind bringin' 'em home to momma."

He paused for a breath and the radio cackled to life "Hey that you Big Mac" an air born blew right next to Sunny. "Where'd you get the seat cover?"

Big Mac smiled showing all his teeth. "That you squid boy? How the hell you doin'?"

"Not bad...but about the seat cover..."

"She's a thumb I picked up in El Paso...Takin' her to the friendly."

"Damn driver wish I could find a thumb looked like that..."

"Hell squid, even miss piggy, and the hungry heifers run from you."

"Hey new don't be sendin' your H&D this way driver. Jus' cuz I'm sexier than you and got a classy chassis, and your still driven that yard goat of a bulldog ain't no reason to be an A&A."

"Hahahaha where you headin' squid?"

"I gotta get some motion lotion and groceries or the rig and driver will be need a hood lifter."

"10-4 Squid boy. I gotta get some miles on the swindle sheet before I stop. Catch ya on the flip."

"Roger driver. Catch ya soon Big Mac"

"I'm 10-10" Mac hung up the mic and down shifted because traffic had increased a bit. "So what's the plan? I mean once you get home. You gonna live with her folks, and go to school or what."

Sunny liked talking to Mac, it wasn't just that his voice was soothing but he was a genuinely nice guy. Where was he when she was headed west to travel about? She sighed softly not realizing she did. Sunny blushed a bit when he mentioned about her looks. He was right about the way he felt towards strangers. She had shared her tips with those that needed it when they came into the diner. She had snuck them free food without the manager or anyone else knowing as well.

Thinking about his lifestyle she guessed it would be really had to have a wife and family if your never home and always out on the road. She knew couples ran together as a team, sometimes the spouse or girlfriend rode along and other times she or he drove as well. There were others who had a dog as a companion on the road, which she could see as well.

Sunny jumped in her seat as she heard the air horn go off aside them. It was out of the blue and she laughed. Then she realized that who ever the driver was that Mac knew them and he was asking about her. Again Sunny blushed and turned herself towards Mac more leaning against the door with her back as she stretched her legs a little. She offered a wave to the rig passing on by them and then looked over at Mac.

"So what's the plan? I mean once you get home. You gonna live with her folks, and go to school or what." Mac asked her as she took her glasses off and rubbed the bridge of her nose before lacing them in her shirt where it tied between her breasts pulling it down a little more.

"I want to go to business school. I was going to go to college but I figured going to business school I can get through faster, learn what I need to learn and then go from there. I took a lot of business classes in high school, I just wasn't ready to settle into a desk job yet."

Sunny licked her lips, "No, I couldn't go back home and live. I thought about it. I might for a week or two till I find another apartment or house. I have stocks and bonds my grandparents left me when they passed away. I am going to do something with those. I thought with what their worth now I can get a place to live and re-invest the rest."

"No, I couldn't go back home and live. I thought about it. I might for a week or two till I find another apartment or house. I have stocks and bonds my grandparents left me when they passed away. I am going to do something with those. I thought with what their worth now I can get a place to live and re-invest the rest." Macs pants had shrunk a size or two already and were just getting smaller. First when Sunny unfolded her legs and stretched them towards him, he only had one eye on the road, as he watched her muscles shift under her tan skin.

Then when she took off those sunglasses that covered half her face. 'Oh my God', Mac thought. I could drown in those eyes. They're prettier then Kathy Ireland's. Big soulful and mesmerizing, with a twinkle that showed she loved to have fun, and could be mischievous. Mac had to shake his head to clear it, and refocus his attention on the road. I want to go to business school. I was going to go to college but I figured going to business school I can get through faster, learn what I need to learn and then go from there. I took a lot of business classes in high school, I just wasn't ready to settle into a desk job yet."

The phrase return on investment ran through Macs head. Never one to pass up an opportunity, he weighed the pro's and con's of his idea and realized the real meaning of nothing ventured nothing gained.

"Sunny, I got an idea I wanna run past ya. Most truckin facilities take a lot of land, maintenance shops, mechanics, truck washes, scales, fuel pumps, parkin lots, rec rooms for drivers, bunk rooms for new drivers, admin space, ya get the idea. Now if the truckin company slaps a diner and a store on the property, and let's other truckers use the other services for a fee, that would generate income and keep costs down. Don't you agree?"

Before she could reply he continued "I know trucks and how to get loads and run routes. I ain't got a clue about food service or retail. I need people who know that stuff, and know trucks, and drivers. I can teach you trucks, can you...would you..." Mac hadn't been this tongue tied since 4th grade when he wanted to invite Denise Infante to a diner dance his cub scout pack was having.

He tried again. "I mean you can take classes online in his day and age right? So you could ride with me, check out all the choke and pukes for ideas, take classes, maybe even drive a bit. With us as a team, we could cover more miles and save money faster."

"My investor is fronting all the start up costs for M3 for a dozen rigs, the property and buildings for 45% ownership. I need to have operating costs for the first 2 years in the bank. Between saving every penny I could, hauling ass constantly, some real good investments, and some good luck in poker, I'm almost there. Two years max. If I had a partner, maybe 14-15 months. Whadda think?" The last sentence came out in a rush, the words almost running together.