Hoop Dancing

When I  finished packing up and headed back to Minnesota late Sunday night, I passed one vendor after another.  They all seemed to know my rusty red  pickup truck because they would wave. Then thinking everyone that was from Minnesota was behind me by now, zoom the Ecuadorians from the Twin Cities  passed.  Not thinking they would remember my red rust bucket I was surprised when I saw their window go down and friendly hands waved as they passed.