Fire Engines

I just can't help myself. I abso-freakin-lutely LOVE  the Fire Engines. Every single one of them. They are beautiful, exciting, solid, and speak to me in a language most will never hear, much less understand. I dream of knowing them inside and out. Knowing the individual quirks and secrets of each, understanding their individual personalities, their strengths and weaknesses. I want to sit in the station and stare at them, touch them, inhale their heady fragrance. I want to prowl through all the nooks and crannies until I can visualize in my head exactly what goes where, and what they have to offer. I want to learn to drive them, be signed off on each one, from the smaller Rescue Rigs to the gigantic, off-road rig used for wildland fires known affectionately as "The Beast." This is a culmination of a life long infatuation that started at a very young age, and has not faded over time. If anything, the infatuation has spiraled out of control in a glorious crescendo. I LOVE the Engines. Every. Single. One.