I love hearing my dad tell stories about his mis-adventures as a teen in the North Carolina mountains. Most of them include a car. One in particular... Dad and his friends were gallivanting around the county when he was pulled over for speeding...85 MPH in his '49 Ford mild custom. The magistrate called my grandfather to come pick him up and pay the fine. It was fairly late at night and Grandpaw was not very happy! He was a great man and had a little mischief in him as well...dad got it honest! But he was a very hard father when he needed to be! Well, Grandpaw was still steaming on his way home...not much was being said. Being so mad, he was not paying much attention to his gauges. He was clipping along pretty well, so dad leaned over slightly to peer at the speedo. To this day, dad knew he shouldn't have said anything, but to share the guilt, he spoke up. "yep, that's about what they pulled me over for", he muttered. Like throwing gas on the fire!!! Grandpaw swung his right hand off the steering wheel and hit dad square in the chest! The rest of the trip was quiet! Share your stories passed down...Please not YOUR story, but ones passed down from an older generation.