In 1980, at the age of 26, I bought the family construction business. The deal came complete with hefty payments and several pieces of heavy machinery that were well beyond their useful life.
The machine that I relied on most every day was also the one in the worst condition. The 1959 Bantam Truck Crane could mightily and safely dig dirt, and set seawalls and dock pilings on a job site, but it was a smoking, sputtering, rusted out hulk on the highway. I know, I know… it was totally irresponsible on my part, but it was all I had to work with at the time, so I used it… until the State Department of Transportation pulled me over at the corner of Old 41 and Bonita Beach Road. Continue reading