as i was lying in bed last night...

I heard a sound.

Police sirens in my quiet neighborhood? Fire trucks too?

I was tired and tried to ignore them and go to sleep.
But then I heard the semi-truck horns.

According to dr.claw I ran out of the bedroom shouting "the trucks are here! the trucks are here!" in my pajamas, flailing my winter jacket around and putting my boots on, whereas I remember calmly telling him "i'm going to look at the trucks" as I went out the door.

Believe whichever one of us you want.

It was windy out. That cold, winter-type wind. My thigh-length jacked whipped around my body and I pulled the hood up over my head. And I ran.
I full-out sprinted to the main street of our neighborhood.

I could hear cheering and horns in the distance.

I felt like I was six years old, running to watch the parade.

I ran through the gas station parking lot and joined the rest of the people; mostly families with small children who waved at every single truck. There are more than 80 of them every year, covered in christmas decorations.
It's a little redneck, but it's a lot awesome.
I mean, what's the best part of a parade?

When the fire truck blows its horn, right?

What's the coolest part about driving down the highway?
Getting truckers to blow their horn, maybe if you're mentally disabled? I don't know.

Anyway it was awesome.

I didn't get any pictures as I was a little unprepared (Like...you know, in my pajamas running down the street) but last year I took this video.
my favorite one is at 3:47