This is one story my Dad has not let me live down and for good reasons, I believe I was 14 or 15 at the time.. I'm not sure about the year of the car but the picture in my mind looks like it was a 1959 Chevy Bel Air. Anyway...Dad had a Chevy Bel Air in very good condition...not a scratch on it...he was off shore, mom was in South Dakota (if I remember right), and my Paw Paw & Mrs. Dot were staying with Bruce and I...I don't think Patti was around...probably with Mom. One afternoon while Paw Paw & Mrs. Dot were in town we..well probably me more than anyone wanted to take it for a drive. We headed down our dirt road (oh...I did not have my license)...of course we drove fast...is there any other speed? We drove down the dirt/gravel road and on the ride out did not have any problems...but when we came back and I tried to navigate a left hand curve it the rear end of the car just didn't want to follow the front end...OK..this is where you understand I was going way too fast for a car on a gravel road. Anyway...we went through the fence (ouch) and down onto the Bayou bank...it's a wonder we didn't keep right on going into the Bayou. Amazingly enough I put the car in reverse and it backed right up back onto the road and we unhooked the fence from the bumper and grill (yikes). I drove the car home and thought I could mask the damage with some battleship grey paint...hey...the car was silver. Well as you can imagine...we (read I) didn't fool Dad. I saw we because I was not alone in the car. Bruce (my brother) and Jeff Brassette (cousin) were in the car with me.
I still can't believe it all these years later...boy I wish we still had that car today...