And so it begins

Wow it's been a busy summer, full of work, baseball, concerts etc, etc.

Some of you may know that my dad, sons and I go to the Newport Antique Auto Hillclimb every year and every year we dream of having something to participate instead of just spectate. Well we are dreaming no more. I am the proud new owner of a 1932 Chevy Firetruck.

This actually fulfills two dreams of mine, I've always wanted to own a firetruck. A couple of months ago my dad found a 42 Mack for sale and I decided if not now, when? That truck ended up being a pile of junk so I kept looking and found this one. It was owned by the Venerable Fire Museum in Slinger, Wi. I called the guy and he told me what he thought he had. The truck had been donated to the museum and they didn't have room for it. After talking to him I knew I had to find a way to get up there as soon as possible because the truck wouldn't last long. It was in suprisingly great shape and the price was in my opinion very low for what the truck was.

The next Sunday they were having an open house at the museum and the railroad just happened to cooperate for once so me, the boys, Dawn and my dad made the 5 hour trip to Slinger to see the truck. Got there and it was better than the guy had described so I decided to buy the truck. Here's where the first snag happened.

He explained that somebody else had looked at the truck earlier in the day and was off to get money and a trailer. He was conflicted because I was the first to call on it, but the other guy was first to commit to the sale. It just so happened I had cash money in my pocket and had driven farther to look at it so I won out.

So begins what should be a great father, son, grandsons adventure. It's gonna take some blood, some sweat, probably some tears and some cash to get it to where I want, but I have lots of time and can't wait to get started on her.