Submitted by Jim Kufahl
When I was 9, Guy taught me how to drive with his 1987 F-150. He had me take many un-assisted trips alone, to a tiny gravel pit in order to load the pick-up with fill. He was leveling a slope and a steep ditch at the farm house. After 50 or so unassisted trips, Dad rode with me to the pit and saw that I had been doing burnouts and scolded me about it. Not long after being scolded, he thought it would be funny to teach me the finer points of how to do "doughnuts". I never went to the gravel pit unassisted again.Tell us your story!