Finally something said buy me so I am

I love that truck. It brings back memories from when I was growing up. I was probably 11 or 12 years old and there was a guy down the road from us that had one like that. His son was my brother's age and was different meaning he was real smart book wise not otherwise. The son named Wm drove it up to our house and I wanted to drive it so he finally agreed if I washed it I could drive it up the road about a mile to a vacant house that had a circle drive and back. Everything was going well except my brother was sitting in the middle and when I was turning around the tree my brother pushed the gas petal to the floor and wouldn't let up. I made about 3 donuts around the tree and he still wouldn't let off the gas so I tried to go back down the road. I ran over the end of a hedgerow before getting it back on the road. Wm was about the have a stroke so needless to say I never got to drive it again