I was picking up hay this afternoon and Alan Jackson's Drive came on the radio. Every time I hear it I think of my dad and learning to drive.
I must have been twelve or thirteen years old when he started teaching me to drive.
Sitting beside him in the truck, he'd work the clutch and I would operate the shifter. First gear, second gear, third gear, second gear, stop, start over again.
Driving the old tractor around the pasture while my sister rode our horse Komoko. Then we'd trade and she would drive the tractor and I would ride Komoko.
And finally driving the truck around the pasture.
By the time I was sixteen I felt like a pro. And I was on top of the world when I took his 1969 Mustang Grande to DMV for my driving test!
Thanks Daddy these are great memories.
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