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Nothing too exciting. My grandpa's old truck ('70 F-100 that I still have) was parked at my parent's place after he died and after playing around with it for a while I was able to coax it back to life. It was nowhere near roadworthy; it had 10 or 20 year old bias ply tires all around, safety inspection expired 6 years prior, and everything else on the truck like brakes was pretty run down. On top of that I didn't know how to drive a manual. But I wanted to drive it after going to all that trouble to make the engine run again...
Both my parents worked as teachers and go home 2 or 3 hours after I got home, and their place is in a subdivision a few miles out of town so I had lots of nearly empty roads and a long window of time to play around with. I didn't do anything too crazy - just driving around learning how to drive the thing, shift around and get it in gear from a stop without peeling out. When I came home I'd have to park the truck exactly as it was on the concrete driveway because there was leaves and dirt all around where all 4 wheels sat. I only nearly got caught once because I laid a pretty good streak of rubber on the driveway backing out that I had to scrub off. My parents came home early but I saw their car coming down the street, so by the time they pulled in it looked like I was just washing the truck.
They never had any idea any of this happened; the only clue was that when my dad taught me how to drive manual on my mom's Nissan a few years later he was surprised how it seemed like I figured it out right away.
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'87 924S (Sold)
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