wraco
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My Dad's 52 Ford, 3 sp. standard. I was 11 years old when Dad let me drive the Ford on a gravel road near home. Soon found out the difference in the Ford from the John Deere tractor. The top hung clutch took a bit of getting used to. I remember concentrating so hard on the clutch and shifting the column shift that I took up the whole road. Turned the Ford around and drove back the way we came and the tire tracks, on the gravel road, looked like a drunk had been driving. By the time we'd got back to where we started I had it down pat.
That old gravel road was right on the 49th parrell and called River Road, as a small creek ran alongside. I fished lots of trout out of that creek and the adjoining fields, fence lines and buck brush produced many a pheasant and grouse. During the wet season the ducks and geese would fly in there where we'd be waiting for them.
That was the same road, a few years earlier, I got my first two pigeons, as young ones, out of an old abandoned barn. Took them both home where they made first class pets. When I was a teenager, in high school, River Road had lots of cosy spots that I'd park with a girlfriend in my red 1940 Ford Coupe and listen to rock'n roll from KPUG Bellingham, on the radio.
The road has been paved for years and the fields have been developed into light industrial. But it's nice to think back to simpler times when our world seemed to be in good order and balance.
Rod
That old gravel road was right on the 49th parrell and called River Road, as a small creek ran alongside. I fished lots of trout out of that creek and the adjoining fields, fence lines and buck brush produced many a pheasant and grouse. During the wet season the ducks and geese would fly in there where we'd be waiting for them.
That was the same road, a few years earlier, I got my first two pigeons, as young ones, out of an old abandoned barn. Took them both home where they made first class pets. When I was a teenager, in high school, River Road had lots of cosy spots that I'd park with a girlfriend in my red 1940 Ford Coupe and listen to rock'n roll from KPUG Bellingham, on the radio.
The road has been paved for years and the fields have been developed into light industrial. But it's nice to think back to simpler times when our world seemed to be in good order and balance.
Rod
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