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The Red Texaco Fire Chief Truck
The Red Texaco Fire Chief Truck
David J Walker
I’ve seen them parked on the shelves of
antique stores
Too numerous to count
That Red Texaco Gas tanker truck
Made of pressed sheet metal
Almost indestructible
that, at my young age
And small size
I could ride
all day long
as if making the deliveries myself
Clear in my memory
The year
I got it for Christmas
And rode it
And rode it
And rode it
Until it was parked in the dark of
A Toybox
That was repurposed from a
WWII gun-box
I don’t remember ever seeing it again
Until my walk down memory lane
Where I had to refrain
From shouting out
It’s Mine!
Well, it was at one time
Some are time-worn as if left
Out in the storms of summer and winter
Some have crushed cabs where the
Riders once sat
But some were pristine with perfect
Original fresh paint kept perfectly clean
In original boxes as if never
Having been played with
which made me sad
but I was glad to see them in
this Antique store museum
And it makes me smile
For the while I am
In the store
Looking for more of the
Pressed metal toys of my youth
Truth
Plastic would never have survived
my childhood
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