The local oil compound in a small town was on fire. It was so bad they had to call in firefighters from all around to come and help figure out a way to extinguish it. They gathered a safe distance away and had a discussion, all while the fire blazed at full intensity. The main problem was the heat, no one could get close enough to safely hose it down.
Just then the small town’s firetruck emerged just over the hill, barreling at full speed towards the congregation of firetrucks. Rather than slowing down it sped past them leaving the out of town firefighters in its dusty wake. The firetruck got close enough to the fire that the only safe thing to do was get out and douse it immediately, so the firefighters on board did just that. They beat the flames down and saved the oil compound when others could not.
For their valiant efforts the mayor of the small town awarded them with a cash prize of $50,000 to help in any way it could. When asked what they would do with the money the fire chief said “I’m gonna get those fucking brakes fixed.”
