Posted 10-25-2002 at 20:15:53
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Theys the time a couple years back where we had us a leetle ice storm. Accidents all over the place, Rescue Truck runnin' right steady.
Me'n Lootenant Marty Johnson took a call, hopped in the Rescue and cuffed 'er up the road.
Our Rescue is a Ford F350 Dually 4WD with a utility body on it, and loaded right to the max with equipment. 460 anna 5 speed, she'll hump 'er right down the road.
I was drivin, and I had 'er in 4WD, just eeeeaaasssin' 'er up the road, cuz, Mister, it was SOME slippery out theah!
Doin' maybe 20 or 25 and come up over a little knuckle in the road, with just a mite of a crook to the left. Topped that little knuckle and just tetched the wheel a mite, and around she come. Steered into 'er and drove the clutch to the floah, and just rode 'er out, drivin' by lookin' out the passenger side winder.
No trouble seein' by ol' Marty neither. He was too busy tryin' to crawl inta the glove box to be in the way...
An' ya know, between dumb luck and The Good Lord, we never left the pavement. Come to a stop with the front wheels touching the white stripe, slipped her into reverse, got her squared away and went on in to the scene, just like I did that all the time.
I still take crap about that every now and then down at the firehouse. Notice ol' Marty ain't all that fierce to ride with me anymore either...