1974 in Santa Barbara CA. I was 12 and my Dad took me to the parking lot of the company he worked for in his '67 VW square back. Looked just like this but in a burnt red.
Spent a couple evenings practicing in that parking lot. End of the week my Dad says "Drive us home". I remember clutching that plastic steering wheel with hands that were dripping in sweat. It was a 3 mile drive home and sure enough a Police car pulls up along side us at a red light. My Dad was laughing at me the whole time saying "relax and sit back in the seat". Haha, I made it home no incidents.
OP, thanks for the thread. It brought back a good memory of my Dad.