I remember riding through the pasture one time. Pop was driving. Dad was in the passenger seat and mom and I were in the back seat of his extended cab Ford. Riding in an extended cab is never enjoyable. However, on this particular ride, I was extremely grateful for the lack of extra space in the back seat. I was also thankful for the oh **** handle. Ya’ll! This was a WILD ride! I was just hanging on for dear life, looking at my mom next to me with wide eyes and trying to control our laughter. You could bet if you relaxed, Pop would give ‘er heck to get up that next sand hill and your head might smack the back window.