[gatotom]

1960, started driving age 12 on my paper route on sunday morning, no one on the streets. 120 customers was too big to wagon the papers so my dad drove me in his 58 Olds super 88.
At 15 my brother went off to college and left me his keys to his 57 ford. one night parents out for a wedding and home alone, out I went hotroding the streets only to hit a patch of ice and ended up hitting a big oak tree on drivers door. it almost threw me out the passengers door and I would have run but broke 3 ribs and punctured my lung. The judge wasn't too happy with me and told me I couldn't get my real drivers license till 18.
My brother wasn't too happy with me either when he came home from his yr at college.