Kenny's story of driving to the river with his dad is a great one. About the time the family moved to Las Vegas Dad was home for the weekend. Ken couldn't ave been more than 9 years old when Dad took him for a drive to the river. Dad had a few drinks in his system and feeling no pain. Ken loved Dad's new big car. It had automatic transmission. "Do you want to drive it?" Dad asked.
"You bet!"
Dad pulled off the paved road, put the car in neutral, and pointed the nose of the car up the sloped graveled road side.
"It's easy, " Dad told him as he had Kenn get behind the wheel. Dad put the automatic transmission into gear. "Just put your foot on the gs pedal and gently press with your foot."
Kenny said he put his foot on the gs. Since the car had a slight uphill climb off gravel, the car did not take right off. Kenny tromped his foot on the gas, In a cloud of dust the came alive shooting across the road onto the other side heading for a fence.
Ken could hardly see over the top of the steering wheel. he was scared out of his wits and took his foot off the gas. Dad was able to steer the car until he reached the brake and came to a stop.
Ken said Dad's face was white and he was now cols sober with his surprised eyes wide open. Dad gave Ken a lopsided grin and patted his hand over his fast beating heart. "I think I'll drive," he said.
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