"In 1978 I was close to having my learner's permit. My mom and dad opened an Italian restaurant in our new home town and the back parking lot had a split rail fence around it. I worked there in the kitchen washing dishes, cooking, and whatever else was needed. My reward at the end of the evening was that I was allowed to drive our 1974 Travelall from the parking lot around to the side door for the ride home. One night I misjudged and tore all the vinyl wood trim off the passenger side when I…"
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