Little Boys and Big Trucks

I've heard countless times that guys never grow up and just as many times thought, 'Yeah, whatever.' But now I have to admit that there is some definite truth behind those words. The children of my friends play with dozers and dump trucks in their sandbox, and they love them and have a great time. So little kids like big trucks. Just the other day I had two experiences that made me realize that I still like them too. On the way over to my brothers house I was driving around a corner and saw traffic ahead of me stopped. When I got up there I saw the reason was a large tractor trailer blocking the road by trying to back into a driveway. This truck was bringing water to fill up someone's pool (how do I know? the container said in great big letters, POOL WATER, kind of gives that sort of thing away) and he was having a very difficult time getting his truck into position. Move a little this way, move a little that way, pull forward, pull backward until eventually he was lined up and backed right down the driveway, finally clearing the road. And I was fascinated the whole time! Watching this guy delicatly handling his truck and getting it to do what he wanted was not an imposition, even if he was making me late. Another example; where I am currently working they just put down the first layer of blacktop for the driveway. All during that day, I was constantly going to the windows and looking out at the paving crew. I have no idea if the paving machine has a name but it is cool. The way it slowly creeps along laying down a flat even surface, making it look so easy. And then the rollers, going back and forth, shaking the ground and making the whole building vibrate. So young guys like big trucks too. Even old guys like big trucks. Several months ago the plumbing foreman's daughter and grandson came to visit him on the job site. The plumber had a short talk with the general contractor and then he and his grandson went over to the front end loader, climbed in, and started it up. Now this wasn't some homeowner loader. This was the kind that had a ladder to climb into the cockpit, had wheels five feet in diameter, and whose bucket could handle several cubic yards at a time. It was a monster. The grandson was probably about four or five, and loved it, but the grandpa had just as much fun or possibly even more. He spend five minutes in the loader, driving around, pushing dirt, and simply having fun. When he climbed out a couple of different people made jokes about bringing in kids so that they could have a turn driving the loader as well. So the moral of the story is, when it comes to big trucks, maybe guys don't grow up. But why should, we can't let the kids have all the fun.