The first time I got behind the wheel of a moving car (I was 11) was at a closed down saw mill just below Yosemite Forks about 1948 It was an abandoned 1940 Studebaker two door sedan ,same year I drove a Model A delivery van all the way to Bass Lake ( with the supervision of a neighbor lady) . The next go round was a 1940 Ford coupe that I kinda inherited from a guy I knew at Washington Jr. High, Billy Passeau bought the car from some shady character in a trailer park in Pinedale. Bill's intent was to drive to Hollywood and become a famous movie star. He abandoned the little coupe, where he got it stuck, in a rain soaked plowed field near Calwa. I terrorized my local neighborhood in Fresno for weeks with it until the transmission gave out. That summer my brother and I went to my aunts house in Mt View. On our weekly swimming trips to the Permanente Reservoir.I got some serious driving lessons In her Stude Convertible. (it had a hill holder that automatically kept the car from rolling backwards when stopped on a hill. It released itself as soon as you proceeded up the hill ) The next car was of all things a 1925 Studebaker Coupe. It looked a lot like Grandma Ducks car....bud vases and window shades. My Mom said we had to get rid of it because it was an eyesore....We had all of $10.00 into the deal and still owed the seller another $15.00....We reluctantly sold the slowest car I had ever owned to a Sporting goods store owner on Blackstone Ave for $80.00...I switched over to motercycles because I could operate those with only a driving permit. I took my driving test in a 1951 Chevy in my Jr year..............Jack