On a dusty highway in Texas, a pickup truck chugged along, driven by a man named Bubba. Also in the pickup were several women on a mission.

Teresa Weatherspoon whined, "How come Sue gets to sit in the front?"

From her perch upon Teresa's lap, Vickie Johnson replied, "Stop complainin', would you? And quit movin' 'round, I'm goin' to fall off, and then none of us will be happy."

Sue Wicks, sitting in the front seat of the pickup, answered Teresa. "I'm in front because I'm taller than any of you, and because the nice man who's driving us likes me." Under her breath, she added, "Too much." Something in the rearview mirror caught her attention, and she moaned.

Crystal Robinson, in the backseat with Teresa, Vickie, and Becky Hammon, twisted around to look in the back. "Miko, what are you doin' to that chicken?"

Nothin'," Tamika Whitmore replied with an innocent look on her face.

Becky said, "Crystal, please don't turn around again. This is weird enough without falling off your lap. How much longer?"

The Texan Teresa said, "Near two hours. Hope Coach and everyone else got rides."

Sue snapped her fingers like she had just remembered something. She leaned out the window and yelled, "Hey, Linda, how you doing up there? Don't worry, it's only two hours more to Houston!"

Linda Fröhlich, strapped to the roof, called Sue something unprintable in German. Then she screamed something else as the truck picked up speed and lumbered towards the sun.