I was thinking earlier about the first time I ever drove. My daddy had taught me a little bit in the parking lot where he worked and they let me drive a bit on my learner’s license but the first time I ever drove WITHOUT adult supervision was (of course) in the middle of the night. One of my best friends at the time, Gearhead (don’t ask) was spending the night or something and we went out and boosted the car. It was a 1977 Red Thunderbird. The last year that they made the Thunderbird using all steel construction. It was a great car.

For whatever reason, and why do teenagers ever need a reason, we thought it would be a great idea to drive out and pick up our girlfriends. Although I was 16 I only had a learner’s permit. Hell, I was 21 before I got a driver’s license. We were paranoid as hell and freaked out every time that we saw a police officer. When I had to stop and get gas I just knew that everyone there KNEW I was driving illegally. I don’t know if the folks ever knew that I took the car out but we did no damage to it, thank goodness.

Although I was 21 when I got my license I did drive occasionally. As I’ve mentioned in the past we did a lot of roadtrips and my friend Doug would let me drive when he was tired. I guess it was just dumb luck that I never managed to get in a car accident.