I escorted my dear wife to the surgery center yesterday. The doc had prescribed her first ever colonoscopy. Hey - we're both getting older, so it's a preventative thing. OK, so that's all I'm gonna say about that. But there's a Studebaker twist to this particular visit.....
In this town of roughly 130K people, I know of ONE other 3E Transtar pickup that sees action besides mine. I've known the owner for at least a dozen years now, and while we're not close friends, whenever Pat needs something for his truck, he'll call me to ask if I might have it or where I think he'd likely find it.
Of late, I gave him a full flow block to rehab as a replacement for the aging 259 in his truck. So we've had recent conversations.
Anyway, after my wife was prepped for her proceedure, I was told to go to the waiting room, where they'd call me to sit with her once she was done. So I go out to the waiting room, grab a dog-eared old issue of Time and take a seat amongst the 20-some folks therein. I made eye contact with no one as I did so, but chose a seat that had no one on either side of it. As I ease into the chair, someone calls: "Hey Bob! I thought maybe that was you!" I look up to see Pat smiling at me. What the hey?
So we laugh at the irony of two Transtar owners meeting at this rather unlikely place, and we talk about his truck's rehab as well. In what seems like no time at all, they call my name and lead me back to a curtained waiting area where my sedated wife is lying on a gurney. All went well the nurse tells me. Now they just have to monitor her reawakening for a bit. So I'm sitting there with the little monitor bleeping away when they wheel another gal into the bay on the other side of ours.
Pretty soon, here comes Pat - I recognize his voice as he chats with the nurse. When the conversation trails off, I call out to him: "Hey Pat! What'er the chances of Visalia's only two Transtar owners ending up WITH THEIR WIVES side by side in recovery from colonoscopies???" We had a good chuckle at the fact. Even my half-concious wife cracked a smile.
In this town of roughly 130K people, I know of ONE other 3E Transtar pickup that sees action besides mine. I've known the owner for at least a dozen years now, and while we're not close friends, whenever Pat needs something for his truck, he'll call me to ask if I might have it or where I think he'd likely find it.
Of late, I gave him a full flow block to rehab as a replacement for the aging 259 in his truck. So we've had recent conversations.
Anyway, after my wife was prepped for her proceedure, I was told to go to the waiting room, where they'd call me to sit with her once she was done. So I go out to the waiting room, grab a dog-eared old issue of Time and take a seat amongst the 20-some folks therein. I made eye contact with no one as I did so, but chose a seat that had no one on either side of it. As I ease into the chair, someone calls: "Hey Bob! I thought maybe that was you!" I look up to see Pat smiling at me. What the hey?
So we laugh at the irony of two Transtar owners meeting at this rather unlikely place, and we talk about his truck's rehab as well. In what seems like no time at all, they call my name and lead me back to a curtained waiting area where my sedated wife is lying on a gurney. All went well the nurse tells me. Now they just have to monitor her reawakening for a bit. So I'm sitting there with the little monitor bleeping away when they wheel another gal into the bay on the other side of ours.
Pretty soon, here comes Pat - I recognize his voice as he chats with the nurse. When the conversation trails off, I call out to him: "Hey Pat! What'er the chances of Visalia's only two Transtar owners ending up WITH THEIR WIVES side by side in recovery from colonoscopies???" We had a good chuckle at the fact. Even my half-concious wife cracked a smile.
We've got to quit saying, 
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