Remembering the Belfast trestle...In 1965, my dad took me with him to the Belfast Hotel to get beer (we had a cottage at Rushford Lake; the grown-up cottagers would play Euchre and drink beer at night). We had a 1962 Buick Special with the 215ci V-8 & 3-speed manual. For some reason the cases of beer weren't ready, so my dad had a couple beers at the bar. When we finally loaded up a couple cases of Genesee, he told me I'd better drive, he'd had too many and didn't want to get pulled over. I was 15, no license. Uh, yeah, OK dad...What???
We made it back to the cottage. My first driving lesson!
