The pickup truck was going five miles under the speed limit. The paint, what was left of it, was Desert Tan. It looked like it had been driven through a giant briar patch, one with inch-long briars. Repeatedly. In place of the tailgate was a cut down 2 x 8. The muffler and tail pipe swayed gently every time he hit a bump. The driver’s side mirror housing was there, but the mirror was gone. I couldn’t tell much about the driver except that he was wearing a ball cap.
The coup de grace? The vanity plate.
Welcome to summer in Corn Country.