The four trucks sat there for a while and then pulled away, single file, like ducks in a row.

The truck stopped in front of the house, sat for a minute, and turned in.

"On some days of the week, our trucks would go out and just sit there, stuck like everybody else."

The guards then led the group through a gate and around to the front of the building where the truck still sat.

The truck sat alone in the second row, just out of reach of a light.

The truck was sitting directly on top of the van.

About three hundred yards down toward the main road, two 4Xbled trucks sat in a small clearing.

The trucks sat motionless in a row next to the road, with the prisoners remaining inside them.

A truck stop sits to the west of the intersection.

My cousin's truck sits in the street; the bed slowly fills with snow.