When I was 16, I put my stepdad's '61 Chevy 1/2 ton nose first into a creek at about 15mph when a front brake line blew. My cousin riding with me had a bump on his head where he hit that steel dash. Had to walk back to the house, get a tractor and fish the pickup out of the creek.
Used to have a '72 brand F station wagon that would blow a master cylinder every payday. Eventually traded it in on a new Chevy Pickup.
Last edited by Willy McCoy; 11/13/2008 11:14 PM.
