I was there too. The guy alternated between vomiting and screaming: “Does anyone have a truck?!”

I was next to you in the passenger seat and said to the vomiting man: “I know a guy.” You shifted gears and continued straight for another mile or so.

From the rearview mirror I saw the guy being lifted into another truck. I repeated: “I know a guy.”

You took a left and said: “An ambulance is not a truck.”