03-23-2006, 02:17 PM
ShadowHM,Mar 23 2006, 07:52 AM Wrote:Hi
There was an incident this week in Toronto, wherein a fellow stole a fire truck and led police on a wild chase before he finally rolled it on its side and tried to flee on foot. The aftermath
Although this was a dangerous incident (luckily no one was hurt by the erratic driving) I had to chuckle a bit. There is something about the chance to drive a fire truck that resonates in a lot of us.
Years ago, a couple of friends of my husband *almost* did this. After a suitable amount of alcohol intake, they decided to play firefighters too. They broke into a small town fire hall (the kind that is manned by volunteer firefighters, and has no permanent staff). The only reason they did not get to take the drive was that they took the time needed to get fully suited up for the occasion before foraying out. They were apprehended by the local police as they climbed aboard, fully tricked out in the entire firefighter regalia. :rolleyes:
So - has anyone else dreamed of driving a fire truck?
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No, but I have always, and I mean ALWAYS, like since I was a kid, wanted to own a hearse. A nice 50s Caddy hearse. I mean, why wait to ride in the nicest car you will ever ride in in your whole life? And think about it. People get out your way in traffic. A big black hearse. And I want to ride in the front. Not in the back sorry.
You know, the ban on my licence ends in 2007. There is still time to follow up on that dream.
That's right people. I'll be able to drive again. Twenty looooooooong years and finally my reign of terror resumes, and I will be free to drive like Elwood Blues once again.
I can see the appeal of a fire engine. You get to play with the siren. Yay! :w00t:
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."