My wife has never asked, but I have never offered.
Paradoxically, I let my 18 year old son drive my '88 Carrera. He depends on me to pay his college tution, knows how upset I would be if he broke it, and I can recall how thrilled I would have been to drive a 911 at that age. The closest I ever came to such an experience was at the age of 15 being allowed to sit in the driver's seat of a neighbour's Ferrari 250 GT, with the owner watching me very closely.
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