Fire truck

The local fire station had an open day yesterday, and given that Sam is obsessed with fire trucks we had to go. They had a range of displays, which were somewhat interesting, but the main event for us was the actual fire trucks. They were giving rides, but the queue was quite long so at first we didn’t bother, choosing instead to just watch them drive past. Unfortunately Sam insisted we stay until they had all left, which would have been fine, except that they were doing loops around the block so there was always one present. Given that we were doomed to be there for ever, I figured we might as well get in line. Lauren and Claire went home because she was being resentful (Lauren, that is), and Sam and I stood in line for 20 minutes while he shouted “There goes another one!” (we must have seen about 800 trucks, which is pretty impressive for a station with just four of them).

So we got to ride in the front of the truck, next to Fireman Tom. The truck had a garage door opener on the sun visor, so I asked him if that’s for when he takes it home. That relaxed things, so we had a little chat while he drove us around the block, setting off sirens and lights at intervals. The cab was very interesting, with loads of switches, radios, and even a TV for the reversing camera.

And Sam? He was virtually paralyzed with bogglement.