Refilling from a fire hydrant off the side of the hiway is a tank/pump contraption (used for shooting a slurry of straw and water as a ground coverbase) This trailer is towed by an old suburban, the contractor employees sitting inside. I observe as I jog past the cigarette smoke wafting from the windows all down. Just as I imagine the inside of this vehicle littered with junk food containers, sweaty mens and dirty smelly ashtrays stationary in the bright late afternoon, a big black dude from inside this hell hollers out, ‘Hey Man! What are you doin’ runin’ in this HOT GOTDAMN SUN for? It’s too dang hot for that! Boy!’ His voice faded out as I gave a little salute and kept cruising but he was likely muttering ‘U white boys is all crazy…u know that don’t ya?’ Odd that I was thinking ‘Here I am enjoying this fresh air, suntan and exercise’ and he’s thinking that he’s the one mo better off. I don’t expect we will be trading places.