The Ultimate Farm Hobby: Restoring a truck as a 12 year old farm kid ...

I found a 91 F-150 and I bought it when I was 12 years old for 1,200 bucks. I've always been told there's like a Vermont farm license where if you drive within so many miles of the farm for farm use, you can drive before you have your license. I drove everywhere. And as I got money, we just started lifting the truck and then bigger tires. And then we put a roll bar on that my dad welded to the frame so that when I rolled it, it didn't kill us all. And then we welded the push bar to the end of the frame so when I hit something, it didn't kill us all. He wouldn't let me have anything more than a bench seat. He's like, if you're gonna roll this thing with friends in it I only want it to fit two other kids. I mean, by the time I got my license, that thing was, oh, it was either on 35s or 37s and it was lifted to the sky. Had a 302 and it was automatic and we had the bands tied down so tight in the transmission you have to lift your foot out of the gas to make it shift. There's an auto manufacturer magazine, J.C. Whitney. Oh sure, yeah. Dude, I get another 1,000 bucks and we'd be scrolling through that like what else am I putting on this? J.C. Whitney's must have figured out that every page cost a lot of money. They packed so much shit into every page. I mean, there was fricking everything in there but all the items were just tiny, tiny descriptions.