A TRUE STORY
If I close my eyes I can still see that truck today. This is the part that sticks in my mind. The simi was maroon in color and had a bug guard that had inscribed on it "Chasing that neon rainbow". And it was pulling a trailer with the name "Digby" in giant letters on the back. But after following a truck for a few hundred miles. You tend to remember what it looks like.
When we got to Nashville, TN they had to make a stop. So we stopped too and started talking to them again. That is when we found out that the dashing younger driver was named Al, and the older gent was named Gary. And to our dismay, they were both married. Al had two kids and Val's says about 6'4". I don't really know for sure everyone seems tall to me. (lol) After a few minutes we were back on the rode again. This time Gary was driving & Al was sleeping.
Somewhere about an hour from Memphis, Gary pulled over and asked Val if she wanted to ride in the truck. So she did, and then rejoined me just outside of Memphis. As they headed west for California, we headed south for Louisiana.
About two weeks later we were watching TV. And Alan Jackson came on. He started singing "Chasing That Neon Rainbow" Our jaws dropped to the ground. Alan Jackson was a dead ringer for the Al in the "Digby" truck. And the song he was singing was the one on the bug guard. We have always wondered if that was Alan Jackson that we met that night on the rode. As the years passed we later leaned that Alan Jackson once was a truck driver. So it either was him or one hell of a coincidence.
SO BELIEVE WHAT YOU WANT. BUT AS FOR VAL & I, WE BELIEVE.