The drive up was uneventful and I didn't even notice the blazing heat as I was riding with automatic climate control and great air conditioning. After finishing up with Gary and Bill I hopped back in the massive vehicle and pointed back to DFW.
With business completed my mind was freed up to investigate the workings of all the buttons, knobs and digital display panels that abundantly populated the dashboard. By the time I got about half way to Dallas I was beginning to experiment with my own private climate. My mind was occupied and the Living room on wheels was sailing along (passing lots of cars) with hardly any pressure on the gas pedal.
All of a sudden I looked up and there were a blizzard of large white snowflakes swirling about the windshield. being born and raised in Wisconsin I know a snowstorm when I see one. It quickly dawned on me that something was not right about this scene. I reached over and switched the climate control panel to outside temperature and it was over 80 degrees. Like a true midwest blizzard I could barely see the vehicle ahead of me so it was time to take action.
I checked the left lane and pulled out to pass. My luxury cruiser easily pulled up along side the 18 wheeler. I looked up to my right and realized it was stacked with wire cages and saw that the entire semi trailer load of white chickens were having the ride of their lives (probably their last).
When I pulled into the Car rental return the agent looked at the car, looked at me, looked at the car, looked at me, looked at the car and slowly shook his head. I didn't even try to explain how the car got that way.