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.
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.....