I like trucks.
I had a couple of pickup trucks that lasted me for decades. Even though I don’t currently own a truck, we do have a LARGE SUV (and a small convertible). But trucks, especially the old ones will always be my favorite.
This past weekend we went to a local cruise-in and I saw a lot of old trucks and cars. Since my grandson apparently has my genetic inclination towards trucks, so my wife took the picture below of me and one of the trucks to send to him.
Six days prior to my heart transplant, I was so sick that they put me in the back-end of a helicopter and flew me to a different hospital, where I eventually had my transplant. At the time, I didn’t realize how sick I was. Out of all of the events that happened to me during my 28 day transplant odyssey, the 45 minutes in the helicopter is one of the very few events that I remember. I even remember the pilot, the nurse and technician on board.
I remember asking, why didn’t they just put me in the back of a truck and run me up there?
So, as much as I love trucks …… the helicopter ride proved to be a good thing. I’m still alive!
On May 5th, 2007 ~ the helicopter won ~ it was a “FLIGHT TO LIFE”!!