"I must be losing my mind." Sugar stared at the eighteen wheeler and wondered what the hell was going on, how this was possible. Most trucks were obsolete, guzzling too much gas to get anywhere, and gas was rare nowadays.
The horses whinnied and Sugar slowed them to a halt. She was helping the gardeners in the fields control the horses, as they didn't always know how. It was wet and cold, but necessary. She had on a large jacket that covered her head and squinted through the rain to see if her eyes were deceiving her. "Guys, I'll be right back!" She called to the gardeners and headed toward the truck. She was on foot, so it took her a minute, which was long enough for the truck to come to a stop.
"You look like someone with an interesting story to tell," Eliza called out to the driver, the rain making it impossible to see him well.