As a farmer, Dad worked 7 days a week with hardly a day off. When I was about 6 years old, I began to spend a lot of time with Dad on the farm during weekends and summer vacations — by myself, just me and him.
Although Dad was always busy, I really enjoyed riding ‘shotgun’ with him while making deliveries. Different vehicles were utilized in delivering eggs to Diner’s, Nakatani’s and Jumbo’s drive-in restaurants or hauling chickens to Pacific Poultry near Nimitz Highway in lower Kalihi.
One vehicle I spent a lot of time in with Dad was a faded, dark green 1951 Ford F-6 truck.
I recently saw an old Ford truck and remembered the time spent in our similar old truck. As the truck drove away, I began to remember the unusually loud whine of the old Ford 4-speed manual transmission gearbox.
That old 1951 Ford F-6 was a rolling noise factory as it squeaked, rattled and groaned as it made its merry way down the road. You simply could not ignore the distinctive whine of the gearbox. Listening to the gearbox whine took me back to that time, because all of a sudden, I’m six years old again, hanging out with Dad.