ok, to elaborate...(stunt drivers, don't try this at home)...girls in the passenger seat my dad wouldn't approve of, foreign smoke roiling out of the windows cracked open an inch, tunes from my self-installed pioneer stereo that my dad hated but the girls didn't, my name on the title...etc. it was mine and i owned the keys and paid the ridiculous insurance on. when i was 16. and now i feel really good about it in my 40's.
