Was 14, around the time I was going nuts wanting to get my license. Hell, I knew how to drive just fine, I’d take my folk’s old ’57 T-bird out for a spin when they were at work, even though it was partially stripped down in prep for restoring…no lights, bumpers, etc. on it, but ran nicely. Lucky I wasn’t snagged by the police as I was every damn time I took my go-cart on the road. I think a neighbor would call; same guy that never gave us our baseballs back if they rolled in his yard.
Worse was my elder brother just getting his license and a ’65 GTO. His buds would come over in their nice rides with their girlfriends, a few would call me a cutey-pie tussling my hair and pinching my cheeks…yep, I’d get that hard feeling and think they knew it, lol. Then off they’d go doing burn-outs to cruise town and hit the drive-ins.
Theee longest two-years in my life I can remember until I could get my license. I posted this photo before; but repeat here for some effect. Was 15 at the time.
View attachment 1593523
