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Show Insecure and inexperienced, Janey realized that if she were ever going to survive as a ranger, she'd have to take matters into her own hands. As a starting point she chose the huge red firetruck kept by the Park to put out fires which might occur in the buildings. Early one morning, vihen no one else vias in the firehouse vihere the truck vias parked, Janey entered the building and climbed onto the driver's seat. The dashboard in front of her was filled with dials, levers, buttons and guages - it looked like the cockpit of a jet plane. After she'd stared at the controls for a while, she slipped dovin from the seat and inched along the side of the truck. Touching the levers which operated hoses, pumps and ladders; looking inside compartments full of tools, viheel chocks, fire helmets, rubber boots and coats, Janey was apprehensive. Scared, in fact. The firetruck vias the most complex piece of machinery she'd ever examined. Nearby hundreds of feet of hose hung on a rack; Janey wondered vihy the hose viasn't on the truck. Later she learned that after fire hose has been used, it must be drained and thoroughly dried before it can be repacked. As she stood back to look at the whole imposing collection of firefighting apparatus, Janey knew that she could not even begin to study it viithout an operator's manual. She found a manual to borrow. During the next few days she read and reread instructions, going back to the firehouse often to compare the diagrams in the book viith the actual controls. When she felt that she had a good idea of the way the truck worked, she asked her supervisor if she could take it for a trial run. |
