When I was a teen driver, I (supposedly) got in one accident, as my entire family expected, with my Father's 1967 Mustang. The car needed to be towed home, front tires aiming two different directions. That was my first and only teen accident, er, ah, well...
Unfortunately, I could not tell my father, I loaned the car to my friend Jim, and he was the one who crashed it, while street racing
I always wondered why my parents did not notice that I was completely uninjured. They never even asked if I was OK.
What I did was incredibly stupid, and it cost me a fortune to replace all those suspension components, fender and bumper. Dad always made sure to let me know the car was never the same after that...
But I took pride in the fact that my driving skill (or pure dumb luck) was good enough to keep me out of harms way.
Unfortunately, I could not tell my father, I loaned the car to my friend Jim, and he was the one who crashed it, while street racing
What I did was incredibly stupid, and it cost me a fortune to replace all those suspension components, fender and bumper. Dad always made sure to let me know the car was never the same after that...
But I took pride in the fact that my driving skill (or pure dumb luck) was good enough to keep me out of harms way.