Dad had some concrete to do around the house, I just barely had my DL, "Take the pickup to the rock plant and get a cubic yard of rock and sand and we'll pour that slab Saturday". He had worked at the plant at one time, knew the guys, and I did too.
I pull up on the truck scale and tell the scale master what I needed "You're Donn's kid aren't ya? Just stay right there and we fix you right up." Loader brings some rock, loader brings some sand, "OK, you're outa here". The road back to the house was a section of old US 66. Much of 66 through the Mojave desert was pretty much "Just blade the weeds, cactus, and big rocks out of the way and pave it.". Needless to say that left a lot of whoop dee doos and each and every one of those the front end of the short bed F100 left the pavement :rofl: Thanks Dad! :rofl: