Thank you for posting.

Way back when I was about 12, my dad arrived home to the farm driving a '63 shitty green Falcon wagon and tossed me the keys. He said he didn't wanna see me until I figured out how to drive it. Took me about 2 hours to figure out how to get it moving without stalling but I got there and by the evening, I was drifting it around the paddocks.