I had my first accident when I was 4. My mother’s parents stopped over for a visit, in their 56 Chevy Bel Air. Left it parked in the driveway. My little sister and I decided to play driving. She was the passenger, and I sat in the driver’s seat, holding the wheel, pushing buttons and flipping switches.
At some point I released the parking brake, the car rolled backwards down the driveway, across the street and into the side of a parked car.
Then there were all manner of adults standing about, talking and fussing, and the police came to investigate.
I was not issued a citation.
I actually learned to drive at 12, a tractor on a farm, then in dad’s pickup. Learner’s permit at 15, license at 16.
I estimate I have driven over 2 million miles so far.
As for detail images of cars, trucks and machinery, I sometimes neglect to shoot anything but. Grilles are a favorite.
The car as art.
Great series Clackers!