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Consider yourself very lucky. That was just before the sport went super corporate and drivers went from being openly accessible to getting driven on golf carts from the motorhome lot directly to the hauler without stopping, with the exception of the sponsor-demanded meet and greets. The King was one of the last to understand giving 30 seconds to chat with a kid or autographing some guy's STP t-shirt made him a fan of yours forever.

 

And I thought she was opposed to handouts

 

I did something similar, except I was barely a year old. Rolled my uncle's truck into a ditch.

 

But not handys.

 

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But she didn't reach across the aisle.

 

The best I have is as a toddler, I somehow got my tiny finger into the coil of the cigarette lighter of my dad's truck and stretched it out like a Slinky.
As a heavy smoker, he was not pleased with a 2-3 year old Driftwood.

 

Seeing the commercial for the second GQP debate on Faux and wondering why a reporter for Univision is on the panel. So the candidates can question why she's on this side of the border?

 

At age 5 or 6, on our sloped driveway, I steered our Country Squire with the faux wood side panels into the garage door. Fortunately my friend was off to the side watching wide-eyed instead of in front of the car.

 

Seems like every family has a story like this -- of little kids unknowingly causing trouble with cars.

We had a very similar event to Slacker's.

The youngest members of our family are twins, a boy and a girl. Also at about 4 years old, they climbed into the front seats of a 1967 Camaro convertible that we had at the time. I don't remember for sure who was "driving," though I think it was the boy. He somehow shifted it from Parked to Neutral and slow-rolled it, backwards, down our very slightly inclined driveway, across the street and dead-center into the middle of our neighbor's old blue-green station wagon.

The kicker was, that particular neighbor was well-known in the area because he was a social studies teacher at our local junior high school. I think one of my older brothers had him for the class at the time. Fortunately, we always were on friendly terms and sometimes even took care of feeding his huge tomcat if/when he went on vacations, so he priced the repairs and was OK with giving my parents the cheapest bill for them that he could.

In the aftermath, we also had to get some minor repairs on the classic Camaro, which was universally loved by everyone, but especially my mom, who has always had a thing for convertibles, and my dad bought her that one as a birthday gift one year. It was repaired that time, but not a few years later, after one of my older brothers near-totaled it in another, real crash.

To this day, my mom hasn't forgiven him for wrecking that car! I'm sure it would be worth a lot of money nowadays.

That same brother was also involved (although he wasn't driving) when another cool car we had -- a little MG convertible -- also was wrecked when a friend drove it through the wall of our local elementary-school principal's office (I told that story on another thread on here).