I learned to drive my grandads farm truck at maybe 11. 3 on the tree F100. Drove it by myself all over the farm. Would ride my motorcycle a couple miles on the blacktop to the country store to buy my mom cigarettes when I was 12. Never got carded!

Yep. Growing up on a farm you learn to do most things early in life. Started at 9 or 10 "moving the truck" out of the way in the field, then started driving a tractor at 10. Was driving to town at 12 by myself, but in a town of 700 it wasn't too big of a deal...everybody knew everybody, so we couldn't be doing any of what my Dad called "butt shining" in the car/truck around town!
I was playing summer pony league in a town 15 miles away and was driving back roads to get to practices at 14.

In Mississippi we got our drivers license with no restrictions at 15. I could drive car, boat, motorcycle, etc… Took drivers Ed at 14, and was driving country roads at 12-13

Dad sent me to buy his smokes at the store IN THE CAR when I was 12 or 13.

9 or 10 in the hay field. 13 or 14 on the dirt roads around the house. I don't remember who got to drive the hay truck when I got big enough to pick up a square bale and throw it on the flat bed. I know I drove the tractor any where it was needed at 10.

Was driving my moms car around the neighborhood starting about age 13 (I wanted to learn to drive a stick shift and dad told me to have at it). Think I was 14 when he threw me the keys when we were leaving the hunting camp in Dixons Mills and drove all the way back to Saraland. Friends dad would let us drive his dump truck up and down their driveway from the time we were 12 or so

10 or 11 in watermelon patch or hay fields...I remember my uncle being parked behind me once on a hill so I had to get the clutch right so I wouldn't roll into him...man I got everything perfect and gunned it bit I was in reverse when I did 🤣

When I was 14 I split and sold firewood. I drove all over Inverness ,Chelsea and harpersville delivering loads in a little yellow Nissan 5 speed pickup truck. It would just barely make it over the mountain lol. Good times.

As soon as I could see over the dash and my feet could hit the peddles.

About 10 driving tractors and cars/trucks on the back roads

12-13 driving a 1963 Ford 1 ton dump. First gear was at the dash and 2nd was nearly in the seat, lol. Then started driving old Scottsdale to the back of the bend with Tommy Rowland to the bottoms to runt he beagles. Good times!

14 we all were driving. A good friend got his vehicle, an Alabama van from Action Vans in muscle shoals.
Had to take defensive serving class at age 15. Don’t run from the cops on your 3 wheele, especially when they know where you live.

I lived in the middle of nowhere. I drove to grandma's and the store at 12 or 13. My dad repoed campers for bank of America and the day I turned 15, we went on a trip. He laid down in the back seat and went to sleep. Told me to wake him up when got close. I drive 650 miles about six hours after getting my learners permit. 😄 No way I would let my kids do this. There's a few in here that know me well enough to know this isn't BS. I drove a motorcycle on multiple trips starting at 12 and drove Daytona Beach at 14 for Bike Week. My Dad had no limits. Again, no way I would allow this. I'm only 36 so, this wasn't in the 70s.

Ha that's awesome

I heard in Mississippi that road signs are the official per the Possum Police way to sight in a turkey gun, can you please confirm?

Was already driving on the roads when I got my first truck at 14. Was driving hay truck when i was old enough to stand on the seat and stear. Someone would get in and put it in super low the get out while I drove through the field.

i started at a real young age. 1st time i drove on the interstate i was 12. Drove from bessemer to gadsden.

I learned how to drive at 13 on a 2 ton water truck, My Dad owned a dirt track and I filled the truck up and went round and round. I still hold the record at the Flomaton speedway for most laps completed. The real challenge was operating a motor grader, you can get a gash going in a new york second.

I remember sitting in my aunt's lap to steer while my brother sat on the console and shifted. We'd take turns. Tore that transmission to pieces, but lort we had a good time.

Thats awesome lol....me and 3 of my buddies had ours at 14 and rode our bikes to six flags.....Bad thing is only one of us actually told the truth to his parents and the rest of our parents found out about 2hrs after we left...... They came and got our little ass too!!! ....Man I will never forget that feeling when they called my buddies name over the intercom..... We was standing in front of Buford the Buzzard and he was cutting one of my buddies down cause he had bad acne lol....Then we heard them call us all to the main gate.... Longest ride Home ever.....One of my buddies was on a CB 125..... Man I got my ass beat when I got home.....