The weather was all but promising for Tuesday's overcast adventures aboard '151. I had a corporate gig to attend in Salisbury, which of course netted half the number of employees promised. With that out of the way, I set forth on my typical Newburyport route. The island was somewhat dead, no sign of those two girls that posed on my truck the week before... Of course it all made sense when I looked down at the ambient temperature reading -- 65°F.
The neighborhoods were just as bad, even when the sun managed to poke through the clouds. I had one grumpy old bastard yell at me and make obscene gestures to turn off the music. After I finished that side of 95, I took a spin through the neighborhoods near downtown. I saw my friend Lisa whose son had come out to the truck to buy stuff and had a nice chat about the upcoming Simpsons Movie and how the ice cream truck should be converted into some semblance of a Saab.
After the downtown region, I decided for one last go on Plum Island. By the time I finished, I couldn't see across the basin to the other side of the island from all the fog -- I called it a night at 7:40. I thought that I'd be the first one back, the subject of criticism the next day for not sticking it out till dusk... boy, was I in for a shock when I got back to Eliot and and saw all but one other truck parked for the day. I guess I wasn't the only one to have a crappy day. That was my thought until I actually totaled up the day and ended up doing pretty well after all.
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