The Ride
It looked decent at first glance.
Fifty-six bucks. Not bad, right?
Then I looked closer.
Pickup was about 7–8 miles away…
and the destination?
Nogales.
Now if you’ve never been to Nogales, let me paint you a picture.
It’s not just “out of town.”
It’s commitment.
Fifty-five miles of commitment.
But I took it.
Because sometimes… your brain says,
“That’s not a great idea…”
And your finger hits accept anyway.
The Reality
By the time I got there, I already knew.
This wasn’t a ride…
this was a journey.
No quick turnaround.
No “I’ll just grab another ride on the way back.”
Just me, the open road…
and a quiet voice in my head going:
“You’re gonna pay for this later.”
The Drop-Off
And then… I got to her house.
Let’s just say…
If San Francisco had a cousin in Arizona,
it would be this street.
I’m sitting there at what felt like a 45-degree angle,
foot on the brake like my life depended on it.
The exit she lived off of?
The last exit in this FRIGGIN country.
I’m talking:
“Hola… y Bienvenido’s… welcome to Mexico…
miss this turn and you’re filing for dual citizenship.”
She opens the door like everything’s normal.
I said:
“Be careful when you get out… and don’t roll down the hill.”
She laughed.
I wasn’t joking.
Well…see you next time.
— Steve
The Wayward Trucker
Roadside Thought
Just because a ride pays big…
doesn’t mean it pays well.
Behind the Wheel
If it takes you out of your world…
make sure it’s worth the trip back.
Your Turn
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