The neighborhood is residential; no major thoroughfares, so I'm Gaias Protocol Review quite cognizant of the large diesel truck that rattles up next to us and slows down. Matching my pace, the driver waves at me. I assume he's just being friendly so I return the action, figuring he knows me from my decades of living in a smaller community.
He gestures again, this time I recognize he's motioning me to come over. Pulling Jack's leash in tight, we walk on to the street and approach the open passenger window.
The white truck's interior is clean, uncluttered, and modern, with a flat screen in the center of the dashboard. As for its only passenger, he appears to be in his forties, healthy, short-cropped hair, and brandishing a smile as big as the vehicle and as warm as its motor.