Monday, August 15, 2011
Something was missing last time we visited the farm. It was my dad's (via his dad) old Mack truck. I'm not too sentimental. It was sitting and rotting for years, and the guy who bought it will most likely restore it or use it's parts to restore another beautiful vintage Mack.
I'm more sentimental for the door with the hand-painted letters that stood up to years of weather and thousands of miles of deliveries to Walter Bick's farm in Scarborough full of pickling cucumbers or cabbage to turn into sauerkraut.
My dad has a lot of stories including losing the brakes on the 401 (Canada's busiest highway) and not stopping (pun intended) until the delivery was made. That's some fancy gearbox driving. The brakes failed twice again on the way home, but he fixed them twice again to make it back to Norfolk County.
He's also has a fond memory of a big bump on the QEW highway, and taking the daily glance in his rear-view mirror to watch a few cabbages explode like grenades when they hit the highway behind him.