White Van Man

Today I lived the dream. I hired a white Ford Transit and hit the open road.

I roamed the desolate highways (Wellington Road), giving a big 10-4 to my good buddys, those knights of the road - other white van man.

A breed apart, high in the cabin with just a Yorkie for sustenance, looking out for those less experienced road-users and guiding them on their way with a friendly flash and a helpful honk, the White Van Man is a much maligned character as I found out today.

The grunt of the Ford engine feels good under your seat as you are haulin’ your load . (Mostly moving bric-a-brac from Claire’s house to our new place) on the tarmac ribbon. I stuck some Neil Diamond on the stereo and hit the gas. I almost reached 20 going downhill.

Many of the ‘normal’ drivers think White Van Men don’t know how to drive. Well with this big rig, it can be difficult to tell what is behind you so next time take a moment before being critical.

I was a king of the road today good buddy. It felt good. It felt right. I got your six Rubber Ducky. Yeehaw.

(With apologies to all other road users today..I am really really sorry)