Great story Dick, I think ya got me beat, agewise......I was about 5 or 6
and I was helpin dad cut grain.....well, he was runnin the combine and I was
pretendin to drive the grain truck, an old 38 ford with a flattie V8. Well
the truck was full and needed to be unloaded at the granery at the far end
of the field. So he says as long as Im sittin there, why not drive it over?
So he starts it up, sticks it in granny low, and dumps the clutch. As he
jumps off the runnin board, he says just head for the other end and turn it
off when ya get there. So I steered while the ol truck idled to the other
end.......pretty excitin for a little kid... I ended up with that ol truck
when when dad passed on, dont know if I could ever sell it.......those were
the days, huh?
Scott in big sky
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>From: Dick J <lsr_man@yahoo.com>
>Reply-To: Dick J <lsr_man@yahoo.com>
>To: Brian Falkner <falken@ihug.co.nz>, LandSpeed List
><land-speed@autox.team.net>
>Subject: Re: The first car I droved
>Date: Wed, 8 Aug 2001 07:43:15 -0700 (PDT)
>
>Yup, I know right where it is, and know a lot
>about it. Though, I must admit, I hadn't heard
>of it before you wrote about it. I quicklyu
>looked it up on
>
>http://www.tararua.net/eketahuna.html
>
>OK. Lets see who had the younges varified "car
>experience". When I was about four years old, my
>dad bought one of the first "new" Pontiacs built
>after WWII. He also had a home made tractor
>which was built out of a Model A Ford with two
>transmissions and an AA truck rear end with dual
>wheels. He left it parked along side the house
>and I used to play "tractor driver" on it all the
>time. One day, my dad came home for lunch and
>backed into the driveway so he could leave in a
>hurry when he got done with lunch. I was told to
>play outside while he went in to have a "quiet
>lunch" with mommy. (Yeah, it took me years to
>figure that one out!) So, while mommy and daddy
>were in having "lunch", I sat out in the driveway
>and played "tractor driver". I remembered how
>dad had used the tractor to pull Uncle Harold's
>Diamond dump truck out of a mud hole, and the
>chain was right there on the back of the tractor,
>so I struggled with it for the longest time, but
>managed to get it hooked to the Pontiac's rear
>bumper just as mommy opened the door and called
>me in for lunch. (Why was dad at the table to
>eat lunch with me and mommy if they had alreay
>had their "quiet lunch" together??) So anyways,
>we all had lunch together (strangley enough, I
>remember that it was chicken salad sandwiches and
>rubbarb betty) and then dad left to go back to
>work. You won't believe the sound that was made
>when he got the Pontiac out to the end of that
>forty foot timber chain! The Pontiac traveled
>about another 35 feet beyond the rear bumper
>before dad got it stopped. I still remember the
>tractor, playing with it, hooking the chain to
>the car, and the tremendous crash when dad
>reached the end of the chain. But I don't
>remember my mother hiding me in the bathroom and
>convincing my father to go to work and cool down
>before deciding what to do about it. And I don't
>remember what he did about it, but I think I was
>found innocent by means of being a genetic,
>minor, incurable gearhead.
>
>Dick J
>
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