Old trucks and farm roads. Love 'em. When I was a child, my dad had a truck a lot like this one, but it was green. I loved watching the
big boys ride on the step side, hanging on, all tough and well-balanced. My dad bought a new truck before I had a chance to ride on the step. Tragedy.
When we head to the farm, there is a point where we turn off the paved roads onto a dirt and gravel farm road.
Trey loves this part of our drive. He immediately asks me, "Can I come up front?" If I hesitate, he is quick to remind me, "The policeman won't mind." When we're at the farm, we drive farm-style. Our dirt roads and around-the-field farmtracks, are every child's dream. No seat belts, no car seats.
I taught my best friend's daughter to drive on the farmtracks in our pickup truck. She did a great job. She learned to turn before she hit the steep bank of the corn field. She mastered stopping for traffic, err, cows.
She even picked up some speed going up the steep hill. Our hair was whipping around, we were going 25 miles per hour!
I love that there is space in our life to suspend the rules of the road. There's something nostalgic about it. I look back at the times in my childhood when my parents shook free of our day-to-day rules with affection and appreciation.
Hope you have a place in your life where you can let loose and ride on the step. Or unclip your seat belt. Or let your child sit in your lap.
Just look out for cows.