Big rewards when the truck is full of fruit.  I bought pears that glow, a pumpkin, a bag I could hardly carry of apples, massive celery that tastes like walnuts and woods, red peppers, lavender eggplant, gold grapes, and all weighed with weights and balance from a scale that hangs from between the rear wheels.  I have wine, I have oil, I have prosciutto–all I need are my people.