I have told my story before, but if it is okay, I will tell it again.
I have loved cars for as long as I can remember! Ambulances were not a love of mine, when I was a young boy, I will tell you that I was afraid of sirens of any kind and even more scared of ambulances. But, in the summer of 1966, at age ten, my life was about to change. My parents, my sister and I went to a local carnival. At the carnival, there was a bumper car ride. When I got off of the ride, my foot slipped and I broke a toe. At the insistence of the carnival, I was "forced" into an ambulance, against my tears and protests. I had never seen the inside of an ambulance, but my mental image was nothing I was interested in exploring. But, there it was, a gorgeous 1966 Superior Rescuer in sort of an electric blue and white, wow! They opened the door and put me into the stretcher in an immaculate, matching blue and white interior. As we rode to the hospital, the sirens screaming and the red lights flashing off of houses, trees and other cars, I began a love affair with professional cars that is just as strong today. In 1973, when Thomas A McPherson's book entitled Funeral Cars & Ambulances Since 1900 was released, I bought it without hesitation. Although it was a secret love, for the most part, I mean who could you tell? But, once the book came out, it became easier. When I joined The PCS in 1993, it became much easier for me to tell people about my love.