Originally Posted by birdmanx1

I was 14 when I started "borrowing" my father's car during his siesta. I kept stalling up a busy hill rush hour easily 300 times and for a good 30mn (I can still remember the nasty things passersby & drivers kept shouting at me). My father sent me to driving school the very next day, 2 months later, I had my license and crashed the new car he offered me... the same day Now I can drive manuals even if I had no limbs or was in coma.