Racing .... to win?  

No, not to win!  To stay alive!!!  I was 8 1/2 years old, approximately, during the summer when we were able to spend the most time with Daddy.  There was a Model A Ford that Daddy drove around the ranch sometimes to check on the fields.  (This picture is not the actual car.)  

One late afternoon, Brian and I were riding along, Brian squashed between Daddy and I.  We had driven on the paved road in front of the house, turning onto the dirt side road by our house.  As we turned the corner, going about 25 mph or so, the passenger door flew open....and me with it!!!!  Since we are a wacky, crazy family, of course, I did not just fall out and stay put!  I fell out on both feet, running as fast as the car! A few feet later, my legs could not keep up the speed and then I fell to the ground!  Fortunately, I wasn't hurt, just a skinned knee, I believe.  Something else for us to laugh about!  And to remember to latch the door!!!!