Several...an '87 chevy farm truck, A '72 bronco with 3 in the tree, anda straight in a not sure the year bronco 2. All at a young age
1983 Lincoln Town car it was hilarious and pretty much the biggest car I gave driven I was about 8!!!
13 years old, Dad had a 1953 Chevy pickup, three on the tree, manual steering and no power brakes! I bought took out a tree trying to turn into the driveway! The truck was old even then! Got my best experience on moving my grandma from Oaklahoma back to Indiana. I was 15 just got my permit, me and Dad drove there and rented a Uhaul truck. Plan was take it all in one load and pull the car we drove down on behind Uhaul, Grandma was to drive her car behind us. Just leaving Oaklahoma Grandma had a spell from getting her medication mixed up and couldnt drive. I got nominated by Dad. Dads driving Uhaul with Granny riding shotgun, Im a nervous reck as Dad dosent drive slow, I hava a car full of stuff and 2 full grown Boxer dogs riding shotgun. I remember going through St Louis the best. 4 lanes of congested interstate traffic, dad driving like a mad man, changing lanes like he had to test them all, Dogs trying to sit in my lap but we somehow made it back to Indiana. I was so tired and mentally drained but COULD NOT go to sleep that night. I was suffering from post learning to drive the hard way aleartness syndrome.
Was a 1981 Pontiac Grand Prix. Loved that car till my sister totaled it shortly after I graduated HS and was away for the Marines. Sent from my DROID X2 using Tapatalk 2
Dad had bought a good sized hay rack at an auction with two good sized airplane tires on it for hauling small squares. The thing was a beast and you could get 200 bales on it. Dad and one of his buddies always gave my brother and I crap when we were still pretty young that it took a real man to load that many on it. A few years later we decided one day to break their record and got over 230 bales on it. We were quite proud of our feat until one of the tires blew on the way home. Dad was pissed !! Those tires were hard to get a hold of and even harder to mount on the rim. My day would started off with loading and unloading two trailers ( 250 bales between the two ), rake hay until noon or 1, then hop on another tractor and mow hay until 7 PM or when it got tough. Then I would go load the two trailers again. Dad would get home about 5:30 from work and bale up what I had raked. By the time he got done, I had the two trailers home and he would help me unload the last trailer. You would walk into the house about 11 PM. We put up 8000 - 9,000 bales every summer. It was all by hand. Mostly mine !! The first summer I didn't come home to work for him... the turd went out and bought himself a big baler. Only used the small baler to put up a few hundred for the loft of the barn. Tim
9 or 10 when I learned how to drive a tractor, a 1942 Farmall H. For me driving is hard to tell! My dad used to let me sit on his lap and drive home from church a 1/4 mile down the road from our house for as long as I can remember. I think I was 11 or 12 when I first drove alone. Funny thing was that my grandpa just threw me in his truck hitched to 3 hay racks for idiot squares and told me to follow him just expecting that I should know how to drive by that age haha
I was 7 in a 85' Ford F150, learned to drive a stick in a 92 Dodge dakota with bald tires, I was 14, we used it to feed the cows. That Dodge went 25k miles without an oil change and was still kicking when my uncle sold it.
Same here Tim. This truck was a 1968 Camper Special 3/4 ton Ford. I was right around 8 to 9 years old. This was our farm truck. It had a fuel barrel in the back along with a bunch of tools. Damn do I miss them days!!!!
