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I wouldn't call it driving, more like operating, but I would operate our 1948 KB-5 International in the cow pasture on our farm. I don't know how old I was, 5 maybe. I wasn't big enough to reach the foot throttle and see over the windshield at the same time, but it had a hand throttle and I could tool around in creeper gear. I'd pull the throttle out a little, get down and push on the clutch and shove it into gear, let the clutch out, and hop on the seat and steer it around the pasture.My dad didn't seem to mind. When I got older, maybe 8, I started driving our 1950 GMC pickup, shifting through the gears like a grownup.
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