Maiden Voyage

No longer a virgin to the open road...
Yellow line sweeping in front of me...
Headlights on. Radio On. Engine On.

Alone, all alone in the pilot's seat.
I'm a queen - this truck, my palace.

Firsts should be memorable.
This one was. I'm not mad. But nor am I surprised.
It was classic, really.

Oh Tallulabelle May... My Little GMC Jimmy,
Are you playing tricks on me? Or was this simply the foreboding imperial judgment of God, telling me: I should not be a woman of the highway...

Is your carborator just old, and your idle slow?
Or was the fact that you stalled and failed time again on our first journey together a sign and an omen to me? If it was... what was it saying?

Pray tell.