My uncle taught me to drive. A single lesson in both a HT Brugham and an 1100K Mini. My stepfarter had gone back to the Farterland and my clueless mother had no idea. The Kombi stood in the driveway. Keys were cut. I then reigned terror on the the bogan suburb of Campbelltown (Adel); back then more bogan than the Syd. one. I'd usually pick up kids from Campbelltown HS. Sometimes 15 14-17 year olds. We'd get stoned and slide the van around every corner possible. It was amazing how quick I got to learn the art of oversteer. Out the front of the Red Apple Restaurant (so-called) l was going to to follow the semi-circle when a mate said "go left" and I did....on the 2 drs side wheels and about 12/13 teens in it. The brakes stopped working but being yobbo I just kept driving it. One night the police followed me thru Adel's more salubrious eastern suburbs. No brakes. Well we just kept smoking dope all the way to Murray Bridge when it was only 25% freeway and inc the Devil's Elbow to Eagle on the Hill. How I drove that 90kms without crashing l have no clue. And we came back the same crazy route. On a trip from Tea Tree Gully to Norwood (Adels NE / Eastern suburbs) I kept up with a Datsun 120Y but he was prob not crazy like me. My front seat passenger was freaked. My best passenger was German Shepherd. He maintained his balance well. He was a good stoner as well.