When I was thirteen, I had a sixteen year old girlfriend who drove her mother's 1973 Ford Maverick. When we went out, she insisted that I drive (after she picked me up), because I was "the man."

In your teenage years back then there was just something "not right" about going on a date and the girl driving, especially if you were pretending to be older than you actually were. That girl was the first love of my life and she taught me a lot of things including how to drive a four-speed.