EasternOZ Loc: Kansas City Metro

And he was cool

Big dog Loc: Bayshore, Long Island, New York

Darned tootin’. I’m thinking it was Speeds ‘Pop’s’ that described how to use the clutch to shift.
Amazing what ya can learn if ya pay attention.

DozerDave Loc: Port Orchard Wa.

I learned to use a clutch and then went and got my license in Dad’s 51’ Studebaker pick-up with 3 on the tree and a hill holder clutch.

Kerry Hansen Loc: Bremerton, WA

48 Nash

Katriniagirl Loc: Jensen Beach Florida

Never let kids drive anything before they learn to drive a stick.

The CDB is Awesome Loc: Marshall, Madison County, North Carolina

I grew up on the tractor which until about 2000 there was not a tractor without a clutch, And we had an 8n, which is a '49,
And a Massey 35, which was a 1960.

Fish Dancer Loc: Guntersville, Alabama

My two brothers and I were 9-10 and 11 when we learned to drive a tractor on our uncles farm in Arizona.

CamT Loc: La Porte, Texas

Nine years old learned in a 49 GMC one ton flat bed. First gear (bulldog gear) was so slow one could walk faster

EasternOZ Loc: Kansas City Metro

Walk faster then or now?

Fish Dancer Loc: Guntersville, Alabama

Lol

EasternOZ Loc: Kansas City Metro

Serious don't want to get run over

CamT Loc: La Porte, Texas

I dont think I want to find out lol

Big dog Loc: Bayshore, Long Island, New York

Ouch

DozerDave Loc: Port Orchard Wa.

We called it the grandma gear. I still have one in my F350 6sd with training wheels. 348,000 miles and runs like a top.

Kerry Hansen Loc: Bremerton, WA

Dad had a 40s era International pickup. It had a "Granny Gear" which was so low that it would barely creep along. What was great about that was you could be down a boat ramp and once the boat was loaded, you could actually put it in the "Granny Gear" and just let it idle and it would creep up the ramp. It had 4 on the floor. Love that old pickup. It;s front windsheild was able to be cranked up a bit to allow more air to come in. During the 1962 Columbus day storm, I came down from my college, after classes, to my home town to go hunting with my Dad and friends. He had already gone ahead with his hunting partners and left the old International to drive out to the hunting camp. well the storm was going full tilt with very high winds. Dad had a canopy on the pickup that was about as tall as the cab, (not very high), but numerous times the side winds were so strong that it lifted that side of the pickup off ground. I got about 1/2 way there, dodging and driving around a lot of downed trees and got as far as my Aunts place and stopped for the night to start again the next morning. The next morning I resumed my journey up into the woods to the camp site. I had to push my way past a lot of downed trees one time the tip section on a fir/cedar flipped up over the hood and slapped the windshield cracking it. I felt bad about it. The winds took down the tent blowing stuff all over the place. Dad found his hat about a 1/4 mile down the old logging road we were camped by. The storm created a lot of damage in the state, blowing roofs off or blowing whole barns and structures down. Whole stands of big timber was blown down making it almost impossible to hunt thru. My Dad told me once, "If you are ever hunting in the woods and a big wind come up, get the hell out of the woods. If you don't one of those big limbs may come done and KILL YOU". I live with some big firs near my home and have seen these big limb come down and bury the end in the ground at least a foot and very hard to pull out! THE END, LOL