Last one to post in this thread wins!

There was as so called snake pit the the back of one of the local service stations. I half a job there pumping gas. About twice a month the old man would come to the snake pit with a bottle and party it up with his pals. I was about 14 old man taught me how to drive on the backroads since I was old enough to see over the dash. Used to take 1/2 hr off work and drive old man home and walk back to work. My brothers in law were both hauling grain off the field when they were 12. I don’t say what that guy did was right but if he had prepared the kid better the out come would have been different.