The first I noticed was that the intersection suddenly had police-officers directing traffic. I am on my way to an outlying grocery store. Okay, on my way to an Aldi. I hadn’t been in the store so very long when I heard a siren that sounded like a firetruck or an ambulance. I went outside to look. It was neither. When the truck came into view it was the cab of a Big-Rig. Just the Cab, but done up in spades; clean, shiny, polished and the logo of he company owning the rig, in bold letters. Jumped on my bike -after loading my purchases and peddled to a family stopped along the bike path and stopping, asked what the occasion was, as I could see there were many Big Rigs coming. The Story: each year the regions handicapped are given a parade over a 50 km route. The participants are young and old and there they sit, in the cab, waiving to the folk that have stopped along the path to wave back. The cars now caught at the intersection however might not feel quite as magnanimous… as they wait for hundreds of big rigs to roll past.
To see them roll out. go to 1.50 : http://onswestfriesland.nl/2018/nieuws/een-glimlach-in-de-trucks-van-truckrun-westfriesland-videos/
The black ribbons on the mirrors is to honor one of the founders of the Truck Run who passed this year.