When you're raised in farm country (ND), you learn early-on how to drive all manner of vehicles/equip't.
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My first was at the age of 12, a '52 Chevy p/u, 3 spd column shift circling around the farm yard in front of the farm house.
I was taught to NEVER back up unless I exited the vehicle & looked at what was behind me - never trust the mirrors.
Anyway, at the age of 14, 4" X 4" wood blocks were wired to the clutch & brake pedals so that my legs could reach them.
I drove a mega-ton, twin axle grain truck for my step-father during the Fall harvest - as per photo. Not just on-the-go next to the combine, but when full, driving another 6 miles to the town elevator to download. All the local young boys did the same for their families - most were older & taller than me, however.
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Not bragging, but I owe whatever vehicle handling skills I've enjoyed as an adult to how I was trained at that early age.
Farm kids just learned how to do it right...no compromise.
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Moto riding came to me when I stole my BIL's Ducati 200 while he was at work.
I confessed to him 20 yrs. later - scary.
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