pleed the fifth

56YO. When I was eight, I would check the wheel bearings on my dads 300 57 392 convertible. When I was nine my father asked me to pull his pride and joy 1957 Chrysler 300 ahead in our drive way. I said I didn't want to... but my father knew better (make that best). At that age, I could only stand up and steer the car. I knew how to start it and had seen my dad stop the car with the foot brake. So I started the car, stood on the gas petal until my dad screamed... then I pushed D. The 300 carried me almost 35 feet before I side swiped / ground the 300 into our granite house foundation. For some reason the house won. My dad said: turn it off Son. well scrape the car after dinner. I still have the 392, but I lost my dad six years ago. I have owned over 75 motorcycles and many MOPARS.