Bill, That's funny and reminds me of the first time I drove a car. I was 13 also...and it was in Elkhart Lake, Wisconsin
at my best friends grandma's farm...
She had a huge corn field...and a 1968 Caprice siiting in the barn (this was 1972). She told us to "go have fun" and "not to tell". Like she said "what could we possibly hit...except the corn stalks".
God that was fun...and we never told anyone
until now...