Day 77: Is That a Bunny?!?!

Day 77 already!  I guess this post comes with two stories.  The first being quick.  Did you know 77 is my favorite number.  When we were younger playing store there were post office boxes.  My address was Box 77!  

Now onto the story about old blue here.  The truck where I learnt to drive a standard.  I have to admit, I use the word 'learnt' very loosely!  Let's see, I learnt to bunny hop in it.  I learnt that I would never own a standard myself.  I learnt that my dad would always have to put the vehicle in gear, jump out, and meet me at the end of the field.  I learnt that it would forever be a story that come up around the family supper table!  

Yes, this truck caused me many headaches.  Mom and dad were nice enough to let me take it out to the back 40 to try and learn how to drive a standard.  But getting it in gear was the kicker.  Most of the time, if anyone were to watch me, they would have seen what looked like a bunny hop.  I could make that truck jump like no others!!!  Problem is, I still can!