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My memory of riding in the back of a pick up truck was that you would get sand blown into your eyes. It sucked.
I saw a couple teenage girls riding in the back of one down the freeway recently, all hunkered down behind the cab. Squinting and kinda curled up. I had nothing but sympathy for them.
I rode in the basket of a hot air balloon on a trailer once. The dad who was driving told us to duck if there were any cops. That was kind of fun, but the wind was really whipping through the wicker when he got on the highway and my buddy and I had to sit down on the floor of the basket.
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