My head hurts. That orange rig has:
- No windows on the driver's side.
- Cot box.
- Half-height spare tire door
- the Criterion "ditch" lights on both sides
- the Criterion stainless spears on the driver's side (remove headliner to get those things off for painting)
How is that not a Criterion?
If there is a side window to the rear of the passenger's side, then isn't that just a Criterion with one (1) Lifeliner window?
Re: walk-through. I removed my walk-through partitions when I re-did the interior and put them back in place. I could have easily fabricated a full wall bc according to actual Ambulanceman, Robert Shepard, the walk-through wasn't as important as a full wall to install equipment.
Regarding James's question from 100 years ago regarding whether I had collected any ambulance equipment, I would never do that.
A. It would make me feel like an absolute fraud. Like Stolen Valor. No one depended upon me to save their life in an era of no seal belts, cell phones or center-divides, so my hat is off, and will remain in hand forever in tribute to the men and women who actually did the work, including Robert. I wouldn't want to be ever accused of impersonating someone with that legacy of service to others.
B. The commercial rig I roared around in for pay was either:
1. completely empty in the back.
2. or had one large object in it.
. . . which reminds me of begging / hoping to get the long distance removal on the Coast in our very fast Chevy van at age 20, only to hit the bonanza and get two (2) removals on the Coast (highway one) for which I got paid on a schedule outside our hourly rate. I forget why we got paid that way. I'd say that one trip was equal to an entire month's pay. Heading home at a high rate of speed, and being immortal, I pulled out to pass on that treacherous two lane road along the Pacific Ocean with some Top 40 tune blaring, and, while I punched that beast and leaned forward in my chair to increase acceleration the closing distance was tightening and that car I was passing was not letting up and it came to that moment when I need to keep on, keepin' on, or consider what control I lose at that speed with a full load braking hard and pulling back into my lane--and the thought came to me that if a collision were to occur they would find some dead with toe tags already attached, some without. I did not let up, crawled up the side of that car finally and slipped back into my lane, but never, ever forgot that experience of pushing my luck just a little bit too far (with passengers who never criticized my driving).