Where's Trixi?

The first person to give us a ride was a real redneck. He was funny and charming and let us switch off riding in the front seat.

He was never rude and he never made a pass at us. He was a self professed redneck in case y'all are wondering why I say he was a redneck. He was nervous about leaving us on our own but he finally did, shaking his head as he drove off to the thumping of some classic rock song.