I was around 11 or 12 the first time I “borrowed” my parent’s 1973 Pontiac Catalina Safari station wagon, a 22+ foot behemoth with a 400cu V8 and a 4 bbl carb. They went to church and had decided I was old enough to stay home and go to mass later, on my own. I agreed enthusiastically. I had always known I could drive. I don’t know why. I don’t ever remember not thinking that I could drive a vehicle. I’d study my parents every move while they were behind the wheel. I memorized