When I was fourteen, and my older brother had just gotten his drivers license, I snuck into his room and took the car keys to out PINTO stationwagon. I woke up my little brother and went to my best friends house, knocked on his window and he snuck out too.
We put the PINTO into neutral and pushed the car down the driveway and up the street until we were far enought away to start it. As I started driving down the street, I hear my big brother yelling "You asshole!" and he came running after the car while I drove it. Not wanting to drive too fast, I was only traveling about 15 miles and hour because I had no real experience driving.
My older brother caught up to the car, opened the passanger door and proceeded to jump in the car. All the while I was looking at him to make sure he didn't get hurt getting in. At this point I crashed the car into an ARROW (can't remember who made them) and mashed the front end of the car.
Fear struck me as I knew if my father found out I did this, I would be dead. After my brother yelled at me we got the car home, but parked it with the front facing the street. There was a plan here.
When my mother went to get in the car , we distracted her so she couldn't see the front. Because my mother could BARELY see over the steering wheel, she did not notice the damage.
When we got to Church, we again gathered around her to distract her. When Mass was over, we approached the car, and lo and behold............we told my mom someone must have hit our car in the parking lot!!!!!!!!! She was shocked and called the insurance agent, and ended up getting the car repaired!
I later told this story to my mom when I turned 25!
We both laughed!
