Growing up with three older brothers, life could be pretty competitive.  While we were different ages and size, the competition still came through.

“You might have gotten the Jim Martin Award for Youth in Dairy Farming, but I got it before you!” claimed by older brother Jaime.

“Oh yeah, well you both might have gotten the Jim Martin Award, but I got the first one ever awared.” said my next brother Jack.

“Oh yeah, well I KNEW Jim Martin.” Said my oldest brother Tom.

Ranked number four in the pecking order, it was pretty hard to compete.

Sometimes that competitive spirit could get us stuck.

My two oldest brothers both bought new vehicles about the same time.  My oldest brother Tom bought a new Ford Explorer.  My second brother Jack bought a new Chevy pickup.

If that isn’t a recipe for extreme competition, I don’t know what is.  Brother versus brother.  Ford versus Chevy.

We were all home in the dead of winter.  Coming home from Church on a Sunday, my Dad, Mom and us two younger boys were the first in the drive way.  About ten minutes later, my brother John came home in his new pick up with my little sister in riding shotgun, with my oldest brother coming right behind him.

Jack decided to do a little four-wheeling to show just how good his Chevy was.

The plan was simple, drive off the driveway into the lawn, do a quick loop and back up on the driveway all to the amazement of my Ford driving brother behind him.  Ha!

Good plan.  Execpt for the fact that the driveway was the high point and the snow was level or higher then the driveway, so the snow Jack was driving in was about four feet deep.

He made it about five feet off the driveway.

My sister was mad.  Ten years old.  Frilly dress.  Dress shoes.  Climbing out of the window of a Chevy pick up truck into knee deep snow.

The rest of us were all entertained, especially as the once proud Chevy owner hooked the chaines on his truck and onto my brother’s Ford Explorer.