This is the pickup I drove to Yankton to the big WNAX pickup giveaway contest.
This guy could maybe use a new pickup, too.
But he would probaby turn down a new pickup, even if it was offered to him for free. :wink:
The 57 finalists were divided into smaller groups for tours of the WNAX radio station.
A lady giving the news and weather
Showing some of the computerized capabilities of modern radio
The chips are down. We are all packed into the broadcasting room.
A lot of pickup winner wannabes
The tension is tight. A jar of all of our names is on hand, and it is a drawdown with four finalist names left in the jar.
As the names are called, we are reminded not to leave because there is more to come. When all of the "losers" are sorted out,
we get one more chance to be a finalist. There is a trivia quiz. We all get in line for the first round. There are 200 questions;
we get to pick a number between 1 and 200, and that is our question. One guy chose 57 because that was how many participants
there were. My chosen number was 58, because that is how old I am. :roll: Question number 58 was: "Who was the buddy
of Scooby Doo?" Since I didn't watch those particular cartoons, my answer was, "I have no idea." :roll:

In a way, it is shameful
that I am not that sharp, and in another way I am proud that I had better things to do than watch Scooby Doo cartoons.
(As one neighbor has been known to say, "Show me a pool shark, and I'll show you a wasted childhood." :?
Anyway, after the trivia champion joined the other four finalists, five door unlockers were given to those five people. Only one of the five
was the proper one for the giveaway pickup. An excited lady had the only one that honked the horn, and to the victor was given the spoils.
The winner was the lady with the brown top, third from the right.
This is also the same pickup that I drove back home. I did learn a valuable lesson. The weather was foggy and freezing on my return trip.
Signs along the highway read: "Bridges and overpasses may be icy." Highway 20 was clear and good traveling, and I scooted the pickup along
at the designated 65 miles per hour. Traveling was hunky-dory until I arrived at the bridge crossing the Niobrara River. It was solid ice
and my poor old pickup lost all control. Luckily no one was coming from the other direction as the pickup and I fishtailed all the way across the bridge.
It was close to hitting the guard rails on both sides, but we came away unscathed. I was thoroughly awake all the rest of the way home. :shock: