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I guess a lot of us had that same or similar experience. I remember the very first time my mother let me drive completely alone. I still had my learner's. 1966 Chevy Impala 4dr with a 327 4bbl. The very first place I went was where I knew 'the fellas' would be hanging out. After shooting the breeze for a few minutes, I decided I would show them some power on my way out of the parking lot. I stomped it to the floor right as I was passing over a patch of gravel in the middle of the asphalt where it met a gravel drive. I did a near-complete 360 and wound up in a ditch facing a 100 year old oak. The car went dead. Someone was looking out for me as I did not damage the car and it actually started and backed out of the ditch. I would have caused a major catastrophe if I had wrecked that car. My father had recently passed and my mother was struggling to finish raising/riding herd on 4 teen-aged boys on a very small salary. Sure couldn't have afforded another car.
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