I got a 1980 vw rabbit for my 13th birthday. We have a cottage and it's all private roads, so no need for a license. I drove it for a few weeks, until I ate too many cookies one day and pulled over to the side of the road with a stomache ache. Dirty road, my front tire slipped off the edge, and being front wheel drive I couldn't move.. So I walked a long ass way, got my friends to bring their pickup and pulled me out. I drove back to the cottage, and when I got there my dad was running at me screaming something.. It was "turn off the carrrrr!!!!"
I'd busted the gas line and it was spewing a light mist of gas out the side of the car...
We patched up the gas line, but it started leaking soonafter, and didn't have $100 as a 13 year old to fix it. And that was the end of the car.
My first real car, a '99 Mazda Millenia S
