hunter4623;
Good evening to you sir, I trust the day was a decent one for you and this finds you warm, well and dry.
While we didn't have one of them exactly, the neighbor farmer down the road - Wilbert - had one of these.
We were about 45 miles from the nearest hospital out there and one night in February when I managed to have the car I was working on drop on me, that thing saved my life.
It wasn't plugged in and it had to be -40° that night, but they called Wilbert, it miraculously started and he brought it over where my brother and cousin had cut a sheet of plywood and slid me onto it.
Then they put the plywood and me into the back of that Country Squire and my brother drove me to the hospital.
Anyways, I've told that story here before and apologize for being reflective, but the short version is that while I came close to crossing over that night and truly for the next 10 days wasn't firmly staying here, I obviously made it.
That's my story about the one and only time I rode in the back of a woody station wagon, again not a conception story and sorry for that.
All the best to you this week.
Dwayne