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I grew up in San Francisco and learned to drive when I was 14 (without my parents knowledge of course).
My best friend and I both had paper routes. He had the good fortune of delivering papers to two large apartment buildings (25+stories each). His route was about 2000 papers and so he made pretty good dough.
One day, he shows up at my house with a '63 Buick Riveria. We spent the next several months driving that think all over San Francisco. One day, we were going over the Golden Gate to Marin and the car broke down in one of those tunnels on the Marin side of the bridge. We were 14 & 15 so we didn't have any option except to abandon the car and walk home.
About two weeks later, my friend shows up with a '65 Chevelle. It was awsome!! That's basically how I learned to drive.
When the time came for my parents to teach me how to drive....well, I already knew what I was doing.
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