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north central Oklahoma | The school bus used to drop brother and me off at the fields where dad needed us. Small town and everyone knew each other and we could get by with doing that. Today, it's a no no.
'Twas prolly 9 years old when started on the M&M 705's propane. I think that is half the reason I am so deaf today, dang were those things loud. We wore out radios right and left turning volume up so high. Mom could often hear the radios over tractors over a mile away from the house on the right days.
Brother and I couldn't drive a straight line if our lives depended on it pulling those old drag springtooths, the plow was a gimme, 'cept dad had to continually straighten out corners. But Grampa always made us feel better, telling us we got more done in a crooked row, so we were saving fuel, ha. I miss that guy. | |
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How old were you when your dad started you driving?
