Nonetheless, I’ll never forget those times driving the back dirt roads of Augusta County, grinding gears, throwing gravel, dust boiling behind me with the windows rolled all the way down and the AM radio blasting. Ah yes, those were the days. No seat belts, no air bags, and you could pile your buddies in the bed of the truck without the nanny-state mothering over you. We all had our own Mamas to do that.
The old girl finally gave up the ghost . . . too many trips over
Sometimes I think I’ve lived too long or maybe I was just born too late. If Dad can read this, I know he's smiling. (I told you she was loaded too heavy.)