Once, he repainted a two-tone Ford pickup truck with a baby blue on top and a royal blue along the bottom. It was really pretty and I promptly drove it into the front corner of the house, pressed the gas instead of the brake, and smashed up the front grill and headlight housing. My Mama busted it out of the back door wondering what in tarnation was going on since the house had shook. To his credit, Dad said mistakes happen and didn’t get mad. He did wonder why I thought I needed to drive around the house after washing the truck though. Answer: to dry it off, of course.
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