Driving in Town

I started learning to drive when I was only fourteen. Daddy would take me out on a country road and let me practice . There were plenty of country roads to practice on. After I gained a little proficiency, I was allowed to drive alone in town. There was a city policeman but he seldom ticketed anyone he knew, even for being under age unless they exhibited recklessness. My parents let me drive anywhere in the county but I was told not to exceed 35 miles per hour at any time. I treasured driving so much that I was always obedient. I never made long trips, just ran errands and such.

One night when I was on the high school basketball team we were to play Jonesboro High. A school bus was transporting us to the game from our school. I got Daddy to agree for me to use the car to pick up a girl friend, one of the cheerleaders who lived out in the county, and bring her to meet the bus. It was also agreed that I could take her home after returning to our school.

I was only fifteen at the time and no other boy in my class had ever had a car date. I was feeling special. That night as I arrived in sight of the school, after picking up the girl, I saw the bus leaving. It’s hard to make connections when driving only 35 miles per hour. I ran to a pay phone and called my daddy. I explained my dilemma and begged to continue driving to Jonesboro. But there was no way he would agree to that. I had to drive to our house and let Daddy take us to the game. It would not have been so bad if I had not been such a show off about having a car date.

After Highway 85 was paved to Columbus much more out of town traffic came through town, few county citizens were ever stopped for traffic violations, but this was not true for those from out of town.
One day a large Cadillac Sedan driven by a small lady was stopped for speeding. The police officer approached the car with ticket book in hand.

“Do you realize that you were exceeding the speed limit?” the officer asked in a corrective tone of voice.

At that time a man sleeping on the back seat of the car raised up and asked, “What’s the matter, honey?”
It was Paul Anderson!! He was a Georgian known at that time by all as the strongest man in the world.
The police officer quickly continued, “When you come back through here, ma’am, could you go a little slower?”