"Hello, Ambulance Service, how can we help?"

So it's Moto X again, and it's the last one of the year. The very last Moto X of 2008 - what a monumental occasion...in a way.
It's been rather quiet so far; not many casualties - none in fact - but the day is still young.
The "Terrible Twins," Caitlind and me, are on duty together. The A Team is more like it, but Ronnie likes to think otherwise. I think it just reinforces the fact that our reputation has now grown somewhat over the past year of Moto X, and now everyone has some kind of nickname for us. Everyone expects us to come as a pair now, like two for the price of one. It's ace.
So it's been pretty slow for us too, with not much really going on.
We head back from Red Start (the radio call sign for the start line of Moto X) and mosey around Red base - that's Red Echo 6 - for a while, listening to the sultry sounds of speeding motor bikes and warming ourselves in the back of the ambo with Bis, Charlie and Dominic (he's the newbie at the mo).
But suddenly Ronnie is led away to the aid of someone hidden amongst the arrangement of vans which are spread out across the muddy car park, and at some speed. At last, a casualty to interrupt our slow and steady duty. Charlie goes along to help out, and Dominic follows to observe. So does Caitlind, but it's not long before she returns.
"We need an ambulance," she says quickly.
"Ooh, I'm on it!" I say, with, admittedly, far too much enthusiasm.
So I dialled 999 and experienced the joys of calling for an ambulance.
That last sentence was said in a tone of sarcasm by the way - I know it's hard to tell via blog.
It's an easy thing to do, and I'm sure that, statistically, every day hundreds of people will do it across the UK. But I've never dialled for an ambo before, and to be honest never though I would have to. For me it was kinda like the type of thing to note down on my list of 101 things to do before I die; you say you'd do it, but you doubt you'd ever really get the chance to do so.
Which is stupid for me to think that, on reflection, considering that I'm a first aider who does a lot of duties and deals with a lot of incidents. It was bound to happen one day.
So it happened, and the ambo came, eventually, and the young casualty with a suspected head and neck injury was carted off to hospital without another problem (a part from the ambulance technician nearly knocking his nose off with his boot as he stepped over him.)
Anyway, after the "excitement" of the incident, Moto X returned to normal and the slow and steady pace came into effect again, which is, of course, fortunate.
But what a way to finalise 2008's spur of Moto X. Something was bound to crop up really; it was inevitable that the year should have a bigger finale than just peace, quiet and several good, fair races.