My grandfather, Chesley Pruet, had a car similar to this when we were little. But his was light blue and white and didn't have a top. Maybe it had a top originally, but if so Papa would have done away with it bc it would have gotten in the way of what he thought was the car's true purpose. He tied a really thick rope around the steering column and stuck us in there, (not tied in), and on the driveway of his house, (which at the top was actually a huge patio type open area which made the following possible), he would swing us around at 100 mph by the rope. He would reel you in then send you flying and jerk the rope back towards him right before you hit something, like a car, and on and on and on until you either had whiplash or another grandkid was crying for their turn. The cries of Papa's daughters to not hurt their children fell on deaf ears-part of what made him such a great grandaddy! So I told Mom they had something similar at Babies R Us and she said, "Get one for me, and I'll get the rope!" Well Chesley didn't get a rope Christmas but she got the car, and my mother is enough like her father to make me believe the rope isn't far behind!
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