Meller, that makes me think of this story.......

My Grandpa Russ, my Dad's Dad, used to take me with him farming. He used to let me drive on his lap in fields and on the farm. When he was fishing or feeding live stock, or starting a tractor, he'd let me act like I was driving. He had the keys with him each time. Wel one Saturday the family was at an old gravel pit on their land. I had been playing dirt road race master and Grandpa hollered for me to bring him a beer. I did. Just then my Grandmother yelled for me. As I went over there, my Aunt started yelling and screaming. Apparently, some yahoo left the truck in neutral and it rolled off the edge of the bank and dropped about 50ft in to the gravel pit. My Grandpa saw me sitting there and began to laugh like a mad man. My grandmother didn't find it too funny. It was just an old 73 F250, and luckily no one was hurt. Funny story, my Dad kept that truck box and frame and made a pick up box trailer out of it after they drug it out of the gravel pit. My Dad drove a tow truck at the garage he worked at. He saw a huge cat fish when he was trying to hook the truck up. He said he thought the truck was moving but in reality it was a huge cat fish. My Granfather fished for a year straight and finally got it. (He thinks) It was a state record at 20 feet or something. That truck box was rust free up until we scrapped it 6 years ago. Go figure.