Bob's sitting in his old 4x4 truck,
it's been a "work in progress" for years now, lol
but he's proud... he's got a new bush grill! (plus other little things I didn't understand)

This truck is the old style convertiable top.
The people on the backseat bench have no roof above their head.
The roof just ends just behind the drivers head.

The truck basically naked (if that's possible?)
The weatherstriping that would be along the metal roof edge
(where you would connect the removable canopy top)
was missing, and the tailgate had been taken off too.

I climb up into the box of the truck,
jumped over the backbench and settled behind the driver (Bob)
and Mr. Bear cuddled next to me in the middle seat.
After a quick search for seatbelts turned up nothing.
I was filled with a quick feeling of dread.
But I've always been the one to nag friends about stupid things.
(etc. drinking and driving, not wearing helmets, speeding, doing dumb things)
So while my mind screamed out... Wait!!! Bitch about this!!!!
I was so tired of being the "party-pooper" that I just shut my yap.
Besides... I've known Bob since I was 14... it's not like I just met him.