You know, it may be the soapbox racer, a carpenter built while they were building the corn crib in 49.
All painted up in white, rope rolled on the steering shaft. My uncle took home 35mm movies of my cousin, and I pushing each other on the new feedyard concrete.. I'd have been going on six.
These premises insured by a Sheltie in Training ,--- and Cooey.o "May the Good Lord take a likin' to you"
