Ah, I've lived a bucolic life growing up, no pics, except mental! Learning to drive on an International Farmall tractor at the farm we all gathered at growing up. Winter, we couldn't afford a toboggan, but we could take the hood off an abandoned Chevy, left, along with other discarded vehicles, out in the back acreages. Far faster than any wood sled. The shacks we built in the woods. The mental pictures grow sharper every passing year and at each passing of one of my chums.