Such great stories and with a common theme- too young to legally drive. I was around 13 and putzing around bolting side-shaft lawn mower engines to bicycle frames and racing the guys with mini-bikes and sometimes winning. A neighbor noticed this and gave me a 1961 Saab that wouldn't start. It was a 2-stroke 3 cylinder but I got it running. When I snuck it out for a spin my Mom caught me and raised holy hell. No license, insurance, registration, the whole deal and she made me get rid of it. The first car I actually bought was a 1959 Ford Ranchero with a hi-po 289 and 3 speed on the floor. I swapped it for a 1965 BSA 650 Lightning which I left in Germany. I miss the BSA more.