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My family had oil property. Miles of mountainous dirt roads. I had a’53 Chevy at 14 yrs.to slide around corners. If the parents only knew!
We also had excavation equipment. I used to drive a fuel truck on a job sight to fuel tractors and such.
Winters I would plow snow on weekends. Nobody questions a plow truck at 0300.
At 15+ I bought a ‘50 Ford for $95. One of our guys had been a body man and he (patiently) helped me mildly rod it. (wine red) Not a single pic😤😢
As a senior, (1967) the high school did have driver simulators. Fords! 3 in the tree. They would show a movie and you would drive along. We used to pound those things grabbing fake gears. Fun, fun, fun...
 

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I would sit on my dad’s lap when I was 5 and drive around the block in the family’s only car a 1960 Cadillac. When I was 14 I drove our oil truck to and from locations to fill large tanks but I was not making deliveries. Later when I got my driver’s license I drove the family car and honed my driving with that car a 1976 Chevrolet Caprice Classic. It had a 454 and let’s just say no other family car could beat that in a straight line.
 

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My dad worked as an engineer at a large tire factory on a big piece of property with a big service road loop. He would take us there on weekend mornings to ride our bikes, play b-ball, etc while the factory was closed. I think he just figured it was safer out there than on a busy street where we lived.

When I turned 12 or 13, he started showing me how to drive his Mitubishi Lancer there, starting with just messing with just the clutch and letting the car rock forward in an empty parking lot. Worked my way up to shifting 1st-2nd, then all the gears (4 speed) driving around the service loop, then starting from a stop on a "hill" (ramp on the loading dock) with the hand brake trick, backing out, parallel parking between dumpsters, etc. By 14, I think I was driving like a pro, then he let me drive the car back home... I pretty much sh*t myself at the first intersection lol. I was used to driving the car by itselt, but the moment I was surrounded by traffic, I could not handle it haha.

Around 15-16, I started stealing the car keys when nobody was looking and cruising around the neighborhood. Soon enough, got spotted by one of my dad's friends. Got me a good whooping, but my dad was also semi-proud that I can now handle traffic haha
 

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Still working on the learner’s permit…… any day now. LoL

My mother would take me to the stadium parking lot and spend hours with me tooling around the lot. I later figured out she wanted me driving ASAP so I could run errands for. Her. I didn’t mind.
 

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When i was 6-10 my dad would let me sit in his lap and steer the car home after swimming. It was a small mountain village so everyone knew each other. He would also let me sit infront of him on a motorcycle and gas, then shift gears and ultimately just trust me to handle it by my self and once let me go alone on it. (I couldnt reach the ground by about 6 inches on each side and the motorcycle was wayy too heavy for me to attempt to hold.)
When i was older we practiced on a manual ford focus in a parking lot, eventually we went on public roads to a gas station and i shat myself. After getting my initial permit and driving with him he let me take the car alone a few times, i still remember the excitement driving by my self.

I inherited that car when he got a new one and a year later i got a focus ST and tuned my driving with a more powerful car. After that i bought a yamaha r6 motorcycle which i basically started to learn how to drive all over again and tuned my "speed skills". Now a focus RS :)
 

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When i was 6-10 my dad would let me sit in his lap and steer the car home after swimming. It was a small mountain village so everyone knew each other. He would also let me sit infront of him on a motorcycle and gas, then shift gears and ultimately just trust me to handle it by my self and once let me go alone on it. (I couldnt reach the ground by about 6 inches on each side and the motorcycle was wayy too heavy for me to attempt to hold.)
When i was older we practiced on a manual ford focus in a parking lot, eventually we went on public roads to a gas station and i shat myself. After getting my initial permit and driving with him he let me take the car alone a few times, i still remember the excitement driving by my self.

I inherited that car when he got a new one and a year later i got a focus ST and tuned my driving with a more powerful car. After that i bought a yamaha r6 motorcycle which i basically started to learn how to drive all over again and tuned my "speed skills". Now a focus RS :)
When we were 16 my friends Dad bought him a Honda 150 Dream. First time with a bike clutch produced a monster wheelie! That didn’t last long before he got a 305 Superhawk.
By 4th gear I was in love with bikes. My wife and I only got rid of our bikes last fall. We still have her 1st bike when she was 10. Honda trail 50. To sentiment to sell it!
 

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I was very young and my uncle saw no fear as most kids that age got I got a go kart. Was good at that so we lived back in the woods and I would get up early 5 am and start my moms car. Drive it slowly up and down the road to warm it up.
 

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Our church had a few acres of property outside of town, and built a "Drive In Church" on it for evening services in your car. My mom did interior decorating and painting, and spent quite a bit of time painting and staining the DIC'. She let me take her '65 Tempest with a 3 on the floor and practice with it in the field adjacent to the DIC.

When the time came; I took my State's standardized Driver's Ed course. A in the classroom, and C in the car [the instructor (my HS's shop teacher) through no fault of his own as I was insecure and psyching myself out; made me nervous as :censored: ].

After diligently saving my paper route money and every other penny I could scrape up from lawn mowing, snow shoveling, etc; I bought my first wheels. '69 Nova SS 396 (the 375 horse one) with a large dent just behind the passenger door from the previous owners failed attempt to wrap it around a pole of some sort. 4spd Muncie tranny (can't remember if it was the M21 or M22), 4.11 locked rear end and monster F70 bias ply tires. Those tires spun A LOT; causing me to get whipped by just about all my peers who knew how to modulate a throttle, and..............................................caused me to average about 8 or maybe 9 MPG on Sunoco 260.

The car was eating half my weekly salary of $30/wk as a carry out boy (remember those?!) at the local supermarket, so at about the 6 week mark I sold it to another n00b for $200 more than I paid for it.

Motorcycles? Lucky to be typing this. My cousin sold me his '69 Honda CL125 (the fall before I got the Nova). Many bikes and assorted crash and burns later.............................I sold my most recent bike ('07 ZX14, dynoed @ 185+ RWHP with just a pipe and PC III) a couple of years ago. I've had 3 bad accidents that I ignored and kept riding afterwards; though I did learn and never repeated the last accident with the next. By my count; I've out run various local, county, and state police agencies 22 times (rural agricultural counties---I wouldn't even think of trying it in town) over the decades (rather ironic; given my career in law enforcement, criminal justice, and high risk security). I remember my Ex asking me once in the late '90s, after I'd arrived home out of breath and flushed from "another" fleeing and eluding escapade; "Why don't you quit doing that; if it leaves you so stressed out?" I replied the obvious (and self serving), " I would if they'd quit chasing me.". The last time I got chased in '09; I pulled over and took the ticket. Knew I was getting too old for that kinda :censored: at that point. :(
 

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I stole my uncle’s car at 14 and drove downtown as a first experience ever, with a friend as a passenger. We made it to an underground parking lot in the middle of the city, then back home without incident.

I learned the rules etc at 18 (the legal age back then in Switzerland) and got my license driving a Mazda RX-7 who taught me a lot, then lots of self-taught driving in my RS2000 MkII with a modified Group 1 engine, two horizontal 45DCOE carburetors and about 160hp for 940kg. My hero was Walter Röhrl and I got a lot of info from a book titled “Conduire, Piloter” by Jean-Michel Fabre. I just looked it up and I’m amazed it was re-edited in the 2000s and is still for sale! There are some related videos (from the 1980s) on YouTube!

Fast-forward a couple of decades I took some 1x1 coaching with flying Finns: Pentti Airikkala (rip) first (gravel racing), then Jouni Ampuja at the Kankkunen academy (ice racing) and competed in a Mk6 Escort Maxi Group A and later in a Peugeot 207 Super 2000. Pentti taught me proper left-foot braking, which I put to good use in the S2000.

Proper technique is more fun 🤩
 

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I was very young and my uncle saw no fear as most kids that age got I got a go kart. Was good at that so we lived back in the woods and I would get up early 5 am and start my moms car. Drive it slowly up and down the road to warm it up.
I’d have traded my soul for a kart!
Our church had a few acres of property outside of town, and built a "Drive In Church" on it for evening services in your car. My mom did interior decorating and painting, and spent quite a bit of time painting and staining the DIC'. She let me take her '65 Tempest with a 3 on the floor and practice with it in the field adjacent to the DIC.

When the time came; I took my State's standardized Driver's Ed course. A in the classroom, and C in the car [the instructor (my HS's shop teacher) through no fault of his own as I was insecure and psyching myself out; made me nervous as :censored: ].

After diligently saving my paper route money and every other penny I could scrape up from lawn mowing, snow shoveling, etc; I bought my first wheels. '69 Nova SS 396 (the 375 horse one) with a large dent just behind the passenger door from the previous owners failed attempt to wrap it around a pole of some sort. 4spd Muncie tranny (can't remember if it was the M21 or M22), 4.11 locked rear end and monster F70 bias ply tires. Those tires spun A LOT; causing me to get whipped by just about all my peers who knew how to modulate a throttle, and..............................................caused me to average about 8 or maybe 9 MPG on Sunoco 260.

The car was eating half my weekly salary of $30/wk as a carry out boy (remember those?!) at the local supermarket, so at about the 6 week mark I sold it to another n00b for $200 more than I paid for it.

Motorcycles? Lucky to be typing this. My cousin sold me his '69 Honda CL125 (the fall before I got the Nova). Many bikes and assorted crash and burns later.............................I sold my most recent bike ('07 ZX14, dynoed @ 185+ RWHP with just a pipe and PC III) a couple of years ago. I've had 3 bad accidents that I ignored and kept riding afterwards; though I did learn and never repeated the last accident with the next. By my count; I've out run various local, county, and state police agencies 22 times (rural agricultural counties---I wouldn't even think of trying it in town) over the decades (rather ironic; given my career in law enforcement, criminal justice, and high risk security). I remember my Ex asking me once in the late '90s, after I'd arrived home out of breath and flushed from "another" fleeing and eluding escapade; "Why don't you quit doing that; if it leaves you so stressed out?" I replied the obvious (and self serving), " I would if they'd quit chasing me.". The last time I got chased in '09; I pulled over and took the ticket. Knew I was getting too old for that kinda :censored: at that point. :(
I had a’63 Tempest, 3 on the floor. Noisiest 4 popper on earth!
I completely forgot about Sunoco 260!
I stole my uncle’s car at 14 and drove downtown as a first experience ever, with a friend as a passenger. We made it to an underground parking lot in the middle of the city, then back home without incident.

I learned the rules etc at 18 (the legal age back then in Switzerland) and got my license driving a Mazda RX-7 who taught me a lot, then lots of self-taught driving in my RS2000 MkII with a modified Group 1 engine, two horizontal 45DCOE carburetors and about 160hp for 940kg. My hero was Walter Röhrl and I got a lot of info from a book titled “Conduire, Piloter” by Jean-Michel Fabre. I just looked it up and I’m amazed it was re-edited in the 2000s and is still for sale! There are some related videos (from the 1980s) on YouTube!

Fast-forward a couple of decades I took some 1x1 coaching with flying Finns: Pentti Airikkala (rip) first (gravel racing), then Jouni Ampuja at the Kankkunen academy (ice racing) and competed in a Mk6 Escort Maxi Group A and later in a Peugeot 207 Super 2000. Pentti taught me proper left-foot braking, which I put to good use in the S2000.

Proper technique is more fun 🤩
Grand theft auto..you naughty boy!
 

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First time behind the wheel was during summer 20 years ago. I hung out with a friend who was going to summer school at the same high school. A friend of my friend had a clean white Ford Ranger with a manual. He left it at my friend’s house after a party one night. He got drunk and got a ride to his girlfriend’s house after she wouldn’t let him drive the truck.

The next day, I go back to my friend’s house and see the truck is still there and my friend has the keys.

Me: Are your parents here? Where’s your brother?
Friend: At the park.
Me: I want to drive it.
Friend: Me, too. I don’t think my friend would like that, though.
Me: Yeah…but he’s an a-hole (he wasn’t…)
Friend: True (not really…)

So we bet on who could get the truck moving first. The truck is in the alley behind the house, so we’re safe from traffic and parked cars, but the poor truck wasn’t safe from us.

My friend won the bet but we stalled the crap out of that truck. First gear, SECOND gear, didn’t matter. Once we got used to it a bit, we decided to do something nice for his a-hole friend and fill the tank, and I’d pay since I lost the bet. I drove to the nearest gas station, a mile down the street, since I got better faster at driving the truck.

We get there, fill it up, I pay, then my friend decides he wants to drive the truck home. So we get in the truck and he starts reversing out, and he stalls. Turns on the truck, starts reversing…stalls again. He keeps stalling and eventually starts panicking a bit because people are starting to notice and now he’s got the truck oriented in such a way that we’re now blocking access to two pumps…the gas station only has four pumps and we’re blocking TWO. Eventually there’s a cue of cars, people are starting to honk, babies are starting to cry, and someone starts catching on that we look a bit too young to be driving. That’s when my friend finally managed to get us the hell out of there.

His friend didn’t come back for the truck for another two days. Nobody could get in contact with him for 36 hours after the party ended. Don’t know where he was for all that time, but I know the truck was totaled in an accident about 18 months later.

Between my friend, his friend, myself, and the driver that crashed into the truck, that poor Ford Ranger never interacted with anyone who had a driver’s license…
 

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Funny stuff! The brains of yutes aren’t fully wired.
Speaking of grand theft...
NY used to be 18 to drink, PA 21. We live, literally, on the border. Common practice was, hitchhike to the Cow Palace (feet into NY) buy 3 quarts of Koehler Beer for $0.99, (they would sell to anybody with the jing!) drink it walking back to town on the tracks. Drunk and cool at the dance.
Turns out someone left a log truck, on a dirt road near the tracks, keys and all...no brainer, right?
I was eminently qualified to operate heavy equipment, off we went. 3 in the cab, Rich opted to ride in the cherry picker seat, which put him on display, maybe 10-12 feet up.
Down Main Street we went. It was, and still is called “Flaming the Main”
We parked the truck in our church parking lot, which atoned for the sin.
Reggie found the driver’s wallet in the glovebox (this guy was begging for it!) His ID (draft card, and license) left with us. No photo ID in those days, bonus!
Some days later we hitched into Limestone, armed with ID, for whiskey, a more complicated buy than beer.
It was decided, I, matched this guys description given on the draft card, so I did the talkin’.
We had a fair size order, get it while the gettins good. Then came the dreaded question, “Got ID?”. Well everything matched untill the age thing. The guy was 28. When I was 16, I looked like I was 8. No Sale...we had “high“ hopes but had to settle for....Koehler Beer.
 

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At 4 years of age, my brother managed to put my mom's idling Maxima into gear, launching it into a ditch. I think this might have been the driving lesson that stuck with me most. Graduating up from bicycles, to dirt bikes, go karts, 3- and 4-wheelers, and a tractor, I managed to wreck anything I put my hands on. None of the unintended stops caused major damage but they made my parents highly skeptical of my capability behind the wheel.

Somewhere around 14-15, while my older brother was being given his real driving lessons, I was allowed to try and drive my dad's beater, an early 90's manual Nissan pick-up. I was able to get the vehicle moving under its own power twice, which involved a single wheel burn-out both times. The parking lot was vast so I did not hit anything but I wasn't allowed to try and drive again until I got my permit at 16. All of my driving lessons were in a '95 Bonneville, thanks to it being the most expendable automatic we owned. I managed to get the hang of signaling, turning, even some highway etiquette without wrecking the car.

I ended up with an automatic Firebird as my first car due to my ineptitude with a stick. The car only went off-script once, which required the subframe be straightened. During my junior year, my brother tore his meniscus and was unable to drive his manual Mustang so we had to trade vehicles for a month. This was my trail-by-fire with a stick. I did hit a dear carcass in his car but it was unavoidable and did not end in the car being disabled. My time in that SN95 ****box was invaluable in getting comfortable with driving a manual trans.

Based on the bumpers, fenders, and rims I've offended over the years, my "learning" has tapered and I'm probably at an ambient level. The RS does have a scuffed winter wheel due to drift mode, ice, and lawn ornaments. Fingers crossed, that is the only damage the car will see at my hands.
 

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My first time driving a car?
In a parking lot when I was 18.
This was a week before I started my license.
 

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My grandfather used to drive a tractor for the government cooperative (Communist Easter Europe) so when I turned 7 he would let me drive it in the field. The only thing that I couldn't really do was shift the gears at that age as the clutch was a huge pedal that required really strong force to depress it and the transmission required double clutching.

Then once I turned 16 I learned on a Russian LADA that had all of 68 horsepower (designed in Russia by copying the Italian FIATs from the 70s).
 
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