The Air Horn

I saw this on Facebook and it brought back a something that happened to me a couple summers ago when I was working for Robins Construction hauling gravel.  I was hauling to the town of Antonito from the pit.  About half way between there was a couple young boys that would run close to the road and give me the arm signal to pull the air horn.  Now I would pass this house around every forty five minutes and those boys were ready.  I knew there dad was a Highway Patrol so when I saw his patrol car home I did not think much about it until about my fifth or six trip.  That’s when it hit me he was probably in trying to sleep.  I bet he was working nights.

What was I going to do those boys were looking so forward to me blowing that air horn.  I thought about it all the way to the pit.  After loading my trailer I made up my mind; I could not let those boys down.  I remembered when I was a young boy in Point of the Rocks, WY.  Steven and I and our Friend Tommy would stand down by the freeway and if one of the trucks would not pull that air horn we would be really sad.  I was not going to do that to those boys.

Another time I was in Denver, CO. going down the freeway when a young boy in a car gave me the arm signal to pull the air horn.  So I did I reached up and pulled it all the way.  The poor driver darn near run clear off the road so for safety reasons I don’t blow the air horn unless I know the driver knows also.

Well there you go the air horn stories.