I started in my dad's orange 1970 Chevy pickup, on logging roads up in Alaska, when I was 13. When we moved back down south the next year, I continued my training in my mom's little yellow Datsun. I can't remember the model, but I think it was a B210. Oddly enough, I didn't test for my license until I was 20. My parents said I'd need to quit a few of my bad habits before driving their car by myself, and since I discovered just how easy it was to hitchhike (this WAS the 70's!), I didn't really see the need. I taught my sister to drive in a big '73 Delta 88, and when we drove past the high school, she would make me duck out of sight!