Just Pull and I Will Follow

Rolling down Broussard Road...Wind in my hair...Shining like a new penny...Vannie and Dave looking out their backwindow making sure I am still there...life is good!  We were going to our first Acadiana Airstream Rally.  We passed  by Johnston Street and rice fields and corner boudin stores and black cows and oak trees.  The sky was blue and the clouds were white...beautiful.  Then we turned onto a road that would take us to a campsite.  When we turned down that road and I saw all those other campers that looked like me...Tears came to my windows.   Row after row of large silver bullets..I couldn't believe it...I was in heaven.  Vannie and Dave had brought me to a family reunion. They pulled me up right by another 1977 Airstream.  She looked familiar...might be a cousin twice removed on my dad's side of the family.
Lots of very nice people...some from Mississippi, but most from Louisiana.  They all came by to see inside me.  Everyone admired all my new parts.  I was definitely feeling the love.
Bocce Ball...have you ever heard of that game?...me either.  The president of the Rally brought the game and I really enjoyed watching a bunch of old people throw big blue and red balls toward a small white ball. Who would get the big balls closer to the small ball?  I didn't have anywhere to go, so I enjoyed watching.
Good times have to come to an end...New Friends came by to say good-bye...Everyone went their merry way...except us.  Dave and Van decided to stay a little longer and practice pulling me up and down the road and backing me up in a space.  It was fun.  I was getting all the attention.  I can tell that D and V were getting more and more confidence in pulling me.  I just wanted to shout out..."Just pull and I will follow". 
I think they finally heard me..."Just pull and I will follow"...Sweet words!