I learned how to drive backwards before I learned how to drive forwards. When I was about 11, the three of us kids and my mother hoed cotton all summer. My mother would drive to the end of the turnrow and we would work our way back out to the county road. After each round, me and my older brother would take turns backing the car to our current location so we could get some water.
When I was 15, dad gave me an old truck and told me what and how to fix it and get it running. I needed a way to school so I could stay late for drivers ed. It was 7 miles of mostly dirt road to a little town of about 150 people, a grain elevator, and a cotton gin.
@flga-2-2 Loud enough for the sheet metal to rattle.?ÿ If they live as long as we have they'll certainly be deaf.
Andy
Ooops.?ÿ Double post.
