I remember when I was about 15-16 I wanted to drive so badly. Dad parked his bright red, stick shift, pickup truck on the side of the farmhouse. Brave Richard Barter got in the truck with me. Managed to get it to go around the house a few times before it shuddered and then died. I was petrified. Dad would blow a gasket if he found out. Well, just then Aunt Bernie pulled up. I had her park the truck where dad left it. Ah safe no harm done and dad would never know. He knew. I had left a little red stripe on the item I had hit. Otherwise no damage. Bernie saved my butt. Dad was laughing too hard to get mad.Bernie, you were loved and will be sorely missed.Niece, Linda Michaels