I was too young to deliver and throw the Sunday paper by myself so my dad would let me drive his 72 Dodge 3/4 ton. This was when you could pass an officer and wave while your old man sat on the tailgate, I was 10.
The first manual I remember is our little Meyers Manx. We'd go down into the valley and run the gravel roads next to the slough. Still remeber the lil white wheel for a gas pedal, man that thing was a lot of fun!
Drivers Ed was a sweet burgandy K car, lame!
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