Recently we got to thinking about the first thing we can remember driving. For us it was the uber-cool Bigfoot Power Wheels. We patrolled the front and back yard in that thing to no end, wiping out batteries like nobody’s business, hauling rocks, dirt, and whatever else we could jam into the little bed and enjoying complete and utter vehicular freedom within the confines of mom and dad’s backyard.
Being that lots of you were around long before the advent of Power Wheels vehicles, we’re wondering what you remember driving first. Was it the lawn tractor, a farm tractor, a boat, a Jeep in a field, what? That first feeling of actually driving something is an important part of the gearhead evolution and pretty much sets the hook for the rest of your life. It is a childhood memory that is clear as a bell to us, and we’re guessing to you as well.
We want to know! Good, bad, or ugly!
Question of the day: What is the first thing you can remember driving as a kid?
A 1951 Chevy pick up. Back then you took your trash to the dump on the weekends and dad would let me sit on his lap and drive the back roads to the dump.
Grandma’s lawn tractor.
I had a pedal car that I burned up the sidewalk with. Then it was the neighbor’s go-kart.
A 50 Studebaker pick up. It belong to an older gentleman that lived down the road from us. When I turned twelve I would go with Ed to pick up a load of hay for his milk cow and I got to drive. I think all my brothers drove that truck helping Ed.
Bent
’59 Murray Sad Face sand and gravel dump truck pedal car. That truck started it all.
1947 David Bradley tractor with a stand on lawn roller attachment
A Road Runner peddle car with a plastic body and plastic tires. I drove it til the wheels and the body literally fell off.
Driving my mother crazy.
My Grandpa’s late 40’s Ford 8-N. I was 5. I remember Grandma saying “Marvin, don’t you let that boy get hurt.” He didn’t. When I got hurt was when I rode the back bumper of his old Chevy while he backed it outta the garage. Fell off and broke my arm. She gave him hell for that but with good reason, that farm had a history of getting grandkids hurt. One of my cousins fell outta the hay loft and landed on a hay rake. Missed his heart by an inch. Weeks in the hospital. BTW Paul, I drug an old David Bradley home in the mid 80’s (my wife was PISSED), rebuilt the engine and clutch and took it out for a test run. Luckily my yard was the length of a football field ’cause when I finally got the clutch to engage that sumbitch drug me me 50 yards (no stand, I’m taking 20 foot steps) before I got it to disengage, not about to let go, it woulda hit the back door and she’d really been pissed then. Good Times, Baby!
Early 60’s, sitting on my Dad’s knees steering and shifting our 1951 Pontiac sedan delivery while Dad worked the pedals. Any of us fonsters will smile over those kinds of memories……….
Electric Batmobile in the late 60’s. I was 3 or 4 at the time. Didn’t last long since I use to drive it down the porch steps.
The Turnpike Cars at Cedar Point amusement park 🙂 .
1946 Chevy pick up. Around the fields of the family farm when I was thirteen years old.
1967 plymouth barracuda my dad had, didnt really drive but have pictures of mr in the front seat of that car eating raisins. i was three. Wish i had that car today, had the bubble back glass and a 273 with a three speed. watched it get hauled away to the dump with a 1969 road runner, god i was dumb then!!!