The Neighbor’s Cab

I’d been driving since Oviedo with my head on the motorway and my body begging for a break. The A-8 around there is proper beautiful, flat, green as far as the eye can see, but it’s too many hours on the road and my arse was feeling it. I pulled off at Novellana, parked the Volvo between two other wagons and got down to stretch my legs.