Another tranquil evening here in semi-rural Kentucky…at least, until the parade of emergency vehicles past our house.
We live on a two-lane road that’s one of a couple of east-west routes out of town so we’re used to occasional county fire/rescue traffic, but they outdid themselves tonight.
First there was the obligatory hook-and-ladder and EMT transport, then a succession of vehicles the likes of which I’ve never seen before, at several minute intervals. There was something that looked like an oversized Econoline van and a pickup truck (both painted red, sirens blaring). The most useless-appearing apparatus, a small nondescript truck, not only had its siren going but also had someone blasting the horn (BRAW-OWNNNK! BRAW-OWNNNK!) every few seconds, despite the fact that there was no traffic to warn out of the way. Probably someone’s father-in-law was visiting the firehouse when the call came in, and he begged to be allowed to ride along and honk the horn ('can I, pleeeze?" grumble, grumble).
Something about this procession was oddly familiar and then it struck me - it was almost exactly like the scene in Airplane! where a parade of odd and inappropriate emergency vehicles races onto the tarmac.
I think they must have emptied the county garage of anything that would roll.
I’ll have to tune in to local news to find out what happened, assuming it was a big enough deal to make the regional roundup, and not just a big fight at the Hatfield family reunion after two drunks grabbed for the last bottle of beer.