"Now step on it and see if you can hit 45 mile-an-hour!!! Look straight and just go!" That's what granddad told me as we turned down a gravel road to drive between the tall power lines. "Son, you couldn't a dollar bill between that mailbox and your right mirror!" I was only 12 years old but those are the memories of my grandfather that I cherish the most. The long days he spent teaching me to drive his 1978 Volkswagen beetle convertible while sitting on phone books stacked about 4 inches high will never be forgotten. What many thought was just a driver-less car rolling down the street with just a passenger, were actually some of the best driving days of my life! Granddad may have died early of cancer, but the lessons he taught so many years ago still live on today!