Truckin' Up!

     An alternative to the truck stop is the rest area. Generally referred to as a "Pickle Park", the average rest area has little more than a parking place, a bathroom, telephone and vending machines. We've encountered a few homeless people at some of these Pickle Parks. One young couple whose car had broke down had camped out at the rest area. We watched as the young woman dressed in a tight pair of short shorts walked over to a water spigot with her towel and shampoo in hand. She bent over holding her head under the water. I watched several drivers in nearby trucks pressing their noses against their windshields as she bent low with her back to them. It was as though she was deliberately putting on a show for those drivers. After a few minutes, one of the drivers walked up to the young woman and began talking to her. A short time later, they both walked back to his truck. "I guess she was advertising wasn't she?" I asked. Don just nodded.

     There are many rest areas that have no facilities. These rest areas are often called "peter pleasing pickle parks" because bisexual and homosexual men often hang around them looking for sex partners. We pulled into one of these so-called "peter pleasing pickle parks" late one afternoon to take a nap. As I hung the curtain on the windshield, I noticed that a small car parked in front of us was flashing his parking lights. I turned and asked Don, "Do you think that man needs help?" Don turned to me smiling as he said, "Oh, yes, he needs help all right, but not the kind of help you're thinking about." A few moments later, another truck pulled into the parking lot and once again the driver of the little four-wheeler flashed his parking lights. Then I noticed that the truck driver was flashing his parking lights. They flashed their parking lights at each other a couple of times and then the driver of the four-wheeler got out of his car and walked into the nearby woods. Minutes later, the truck driver got out of his truck and followed the young man into the woods.

     I saw the same scene repeated a couple more times. Each time the young man would flash his lights at the cars or trucks pulling into the rest area. A willing driver would flash his lights back to the man in the four-wheeler, then get out of his car, and walk the same path into the woods.

     After watching the young man go back into the wood a few times I said, "That man has gone back into the woods several times now. He must have eaten something bad." Don said, "No, he's doing something else back there." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Do you see the drivers following him into the woods?" he asked. "Yes!" I said. I was a little naïve about this sort of thing at the time. After a moment I asked, "Are they doing what I think they are doing?" He turned to me and nodded as he said, "He's washing weenies back there." "Washing weenies?" I asked. He nodded again. "You mean that they are performing sexual favors for each other?" I asked. "Yep! He's a sidewalk weenie washer." He said with a smile.

     I noticed another four-wheeler pull up into the parking lot and start flashing his parking lights. They seemed like well-dressed young men and I could see a car seat in the back seat of one of the cars. I wondered if these men were married and had children. "They come here after work to satisfy their sexual needs and then go home to their families and friends." Don started as he crawled into the bunk. "They lead a secret life out here."

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