Thursday, July 23, 2009

Another "Back in the Day" story...American Iron

I was waxing nostalgic with friend about the good ol’ days when Cadillac made ambulances and Plymouth had the corner on police cars. Specifically the Fury III with the 440....darn thing was like being on rails, you couldn't make the rear end slide out from under you. The deputies used to turn the air cleaner cover upside down....just to hear that WHOOOOOOMMMMM when the secondaries opened......Shazam!!!!

Sigh! Those were the days! There was a time when the sweetest sound I ever heard was those secondaries opening up as the SO units crested a hill coming to bail my a** out. Hearing those WHHHHHOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOMs followed by the sound of the was like a cavalry charge!

The call? A Domestic with injuries...we didn't know what on the initial call... On our arrival there were lots of people (Sumdood’s Cousins I think) and lots of emotion. Some of the "Cousins" didn't want us to leave with the patient because they thought he would be arrested at the hospital. Some of the others wanted a piece of the patient. Patient wanted to get the hell out of there before he got whupped up on more.

We got him loaded up quick, but the Cousins wouldn't move from around the rig. I tried to move forward slowly …no effect. I gunned it a little and moved forward again. People started banging on the unit and smacking the windows. A bigger crowd was gathering and the mood was rapidly getting ugly. The rig started rocking…then somebody bounced a beer bottle off the windshield.

That was it!!

I picked up the mike and said "Ambulance 3, requesting a 10-33 our location".

Dead silence on the radio. I thought somebody ripped the antenna off.

Then dispatch came back and said "Ambulance 3. Repeat!"

"Ambulance 3, 10-33 our location!!!" Sheesh! Was anyone awake?

"10-4 Ambulance 3. 10-33 your location!"

Then the hotshot tones started on the countywide. "Attention all units and State Patrol. Ambulance 3 has declared a 10-33 at..." and gave our location.

About 10 seconds later, all the SO units on patrol marked on, the area trooper marked on from home! , a city unit marked on, then the deputies the next county over. Even the Fire Company marked on responding. About a minute (a very loooong minute!) later, you could hear the first units cresting the hill and screaming down into the hollow.

Some of the crowd scattered when they heard the cavalry coming. The first few of those big Plymouths screeched to a stop…there was a moment of dead silence…then the smell of overheated asbestos and the clicking of cast iron cooling…the remaining crowd looked like a heard of dear in the headlights. They scattered when that peculiar sound, known to strike fear in the hearts of all Sumdoods, floated through the air… the sound of the Supervising Deputy racking the slide of his Ithaca and asking....

"These boys givin' ya trouble Doc?"

1 comment:

Chrysalis Angel said...

That reminds me of some of cousin's writings. It is never dull in their neck of the woods.

I'm glad to see you posting again. Feel free to share some of your "Back in the Day" memories of your dad with all of us. ;) If and when you feel like it.