My First

They say you never forget your first.

Mine was a few years older than I. Eight years, to be exact. She had an elegance you just don’t see these days, and she had gorgeous curves. She taught me a lot.

It took a while to learn all of her quirks. She could be cold and moody in the morning, but once warmed up she would just purr wonderfully. If you pushed her too hard, she would refuse to play. But if you treated her right, she’d take great care of you. I wasn’t her first, or even her only, but I didn’t care. She was incredibly rewarding in a way I’ve never found since.

And she left when I was 22. I’ve never seen her again, and I don’t even know where she is now.

She was a 1963 International/Howe fire engine. (Get your mind out of the gutter!)

Edit:  We found her, alive and well in NH!

Edit 12/7/11: She’s on her way home.

2 thoughts on “My First”

  1. […] At the firehouse, we have a photo wall above the kitchen.  Framed poster-sized prints of Engine 4’s 1987 Hahn, Ladder 1’s 1967 ALF, and Engine 3’s 1963 Howe have pride of place. (Only the Hahn is still with us.) The Howe was a department legend in its day, remembered fondly even now. […]


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