'Cause we got a little 'ole convoy
Rockin' through the night
Yeah, we got a great big convoy
Ain't she a beautiful sight
C'mon and join our Convoy
Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin' convoy
'Cross the USA!
Ahem.
There are trucks stalking me.
Actually, my lab's in a building near a parking lot full of trailer cabs. And there are a lot of them sitting there. Srsly, it's like looking at a real life herd of cattle, only they're trucks.
Across the road? A
feedlot gas station. Not helping the parking lot/truck!ranch thing.
But today, there was something more. I went off to do some fieldwork for my lab this morning, and along the parts of the route that go through industrial areas our little van/ute thing (so sue me, I may like shiny TFs, but I normally have no idea what most vehicle makes and models are called) passed quite a few container trucks. Trailers. Big rigs. Whatever you want to call them.
On the way back from the field, we got swept into a herd of them. I had a hard time keeping a straight face, because 'Convoy' up there was playing in my head (not that it hasn't been playing since a certain bunny hijacked my braincell for fic). Then...
then, I saw the lead truck.
Red cab. Blue trailer base. Silver/grey trailer box.
They saw us all the way to the expressway ^_^ I waved goodbye when no one was looking.
How that means borked Truck!Optimus and Datsun arts are required, I have no idea.
( Anyway, here. )