Tow Truck Operator Gratitude

A lot of gratitude? Do I ever have it and some stories, too. Right now, we’ll just talk about the gratitude.

Gratitude for the tow truck drivers of life. That’s who I’m talking about.

You know them, the macho folk driving those huge rigs, rescuing all of us, our pets, and families from spending nights in the car or van after it breaks down, plummets into a creek or another vehicle, loses air in one or more tires and no possibility of reaching our transporation goals exists without them.

You probably have your own story… and gratitude. Here’s mine.

I have been towed in at least a dozen states. Sometimes I’ve been traveling by car, other times in Clarence or Wally as I have named my two recreational vehicles. Sometimes I have had or been a passenger but frequently I’ve been traveling alone. Usually I have owned the vehicles but sometimes, like when my vehicle caught fire in the middle of a Colorado national forest, it has been a rental car. To the rescue the tow truck drivers have come, all one hundred miles or more. Even smiling when they arrive.

Tow truck drivers have rescued me along the edge of Oakland’s narrow and busy inner city I-880 freeway. They have delivered gasoline in the middle of the night to me in the center the Oregon-Nevada’s isolated and lonely border. No fuel stations existed for more miles than my Subaru had energy to make. They have put air in my tires, brought life to a Prius battery, hauled my Lexus from San Jose to Monterey, and…