I know I'm late to the party but I've been without good internet until now.

Here's my Dad, circa 1950, driving his Good Humor truck somewhere on Staten Island.

He's been gone ten years. We had a rough relationship, but I treasure the times we spent on the road.

One of my earliest car memories was doing donuts in my school parking lot, in a blizzard, in his Fiat (don't recall the model but it looked similar to a BMW 2002, which, I think is why I later fell in love with and purchased a '76 2002).

He taught me to drive stick in his '87 Prelude, and I learned to identify most cars on the road during our weekly drives on the Mass Pike to and from Boston to drop me off at my Mom's.

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Oh, and I distinctly recall driving to Rhode Island to buy a wood-burning stove (it was a 70's thing), with my dad and brother, in our '79 VW Rabbit. The stove was laid down in the back of the hatch, and I laid down next to it for the trip home. Totally safe.

Time to make new, terrifying memories with my kids!