I began volunteering with the Commack Volunteer Ambulance Corps. There was a time, when it was everything to me, and I invested almost all of my spare time to it. For those familiar with volunteer EMS, often it becomes too much of your life. That said, I'm glad to not be there anymore as I found myself missing out on things that had meant ALOT to me, before I began volunteering.
Given, the experience did introduce me to "16" a 1967 S&S Hess and Eisenhardt built Ambulance. Sadly, my community is predominantly yuppies, who couldn't care less about the car. It was in the back of the Corps parking lot when I began my service, and over my first two years I'm the department I invested alot of my time to bringing the car back to life. I was thrilled that after several roadside breakdowns, a few flatbed rides and many hours the car got to a point where it became reliable. I frequented many local shows with it, and the neighborhood loved seeing it come out for parades. Unlike many surrounding departments (who had fully restored antique fire trucks) 16 was far from perfect, which is what made it such a great car. It was original, just as it were when it came out of service. It became a regular event for a few of us to take the car to the drive through for lunch, to a weeknight cruise in or just for a spin around town because we could.
Over the years, the window decals dried out and peeled away. From the remains, the shadows on the windows, and literature I was able to create a vector image and have it printed in vinyl. The colors weren't dead on, but I was happy that the car had a name on it again.
16 is about the only part of volunteering there that I REALLY miss. After a small budget crisis, the board of directors considered selling the car off. I wish I'd had the chance to buy it .
Given, the experience did introduce me to "16" a 1967 S&S Hess and Eisenhardt built Ambulance. Sadly, my community is predominantly yuppies, who couldn't care less about the car. It was in the back of the Corps parking lot when I began my service, and over my first two years I'm the department I invested alot of my time to bringing the car back to life. I was thrilled that after several roadside breakdowns, a few flatbed rides and many hours the car got to a point where it became reliable. I frequented many local shows with it, and the neighborhood loved seeing it come out for parades. Unlike many surrounding departments (who had fully restored antique fire trucks) 16 was far from perfect, which is what made it such a great car. It was original, just as it were when it came out of service. It became a regular event for a few of us to take the car to the drive through for lunch, to a weeknight cruise in or just for a spin around town because we could.
Over the years, the window decals dried out and peeled away. From the remains, the shadows on the windows, and literature I was able to create a vector image and have it printed in vinyl. The colors weren't dead on, but I was happy that the car had a name on it again.
16 is about the only part of volunteering there that I REALLY miss. After a small budget crisis, the board of directors considered selling the car off. I wish I'd had the chance to buy it .
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