The first car I ever drove was a ‘51 Buick Super with a straight 8. All of my experience driving it had been with my dad in the car with me until one night when he and I, in the Buick and his truck driver in an IHC truck/trailer went to a cattle auction 110 miles from home. After the sale when it was time to load up the cattle he had bought we discovered that the truck driver was drunk as a skunk. So that meant that dad had to drive the truck and there was no one else to drive the Buick but me. I was 13 years old. It was 10‘o’clock at night with 110 miles to go.
What a “first time driving by yourself experience” that was. Actually, it was uneventful. It was way after my usual bedtime and I nodded a time or two but I kept it on the road.
After that I got to drive that car on dates, at night. But I was older by then, 14 years old.