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My dad had a beat-up 1937 Chevy pickup. We used to get all the kids in the neighborhood together for pickup rides. We'd just load into the back and he'd drive along the river on a dirt road, speeding through the puddles and spraying water everywhere.
Another great neighborhood activity was chasing the mosquito truck. We'd get on our bikes and ride in the fog from the sprayer. The thick fog of DDT.
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