Hands on a Hard Body
It’s a fine example of what an authentic documentary should be like. Hands on a Hard Body is not porn despite the suggestive title.
It’s about people in a small town in East Texas where the object of the contest is to stay awake, with your hands on a particular brand of truck, often referred to as a hard body. Last man [person> standing gets to drive the truck home. It’s right up there with Clerks for classic, cult status. Classic, cult status is what’s important in this line of work, too.
Imagine this, head down Congress, stop off at Jo’s for some killer coffee, a Cancer and a breakfast roll, keep on trucking down Congress to one street, and head on over to the highway to get to the hotel. The freeway [Interstate 35> was blocked for construction. Hightail it down a side street, try and pre-empt some traffic one way, get blocked a second, then a third time. Patience was running thin. I tried to tell a few jokes to lighten the morning. Didn’t work. My Pisces friend had her most beautiful hound dog with us, and he was digging on the sights and smells, hanging his head out the window like a good dog.
I figure the dog loved the ride. We were about halfway to San Antonio before we got headed back to the hotel. Not an auspicious start to a day at the office. The Pisces I didn’t ride with provided entertainment in the form of {{popup roundroack.jpg roundroack 320×240}}Round Rock Doughnuts. “See? Should’ve ridden with me.” So, Ride with a Pisces, get doughnuts from a Pisces, and then, a Pisces sitting on the other side of me, too, that one from the truck the other morning. So there was a Pisces theme for the day. Or water signs, anyway, with a smattering of Cancer’s in there, too.
The wrap up was at Threadgill’s, me either entertaining, or lecturing, or maybe just holding forth under the night sky, and just after the sun set, I was busy trying to point out the four planets that were visible, Jupiter, Saturn, Venus and Mars.
