When I was 16 I had been driving for 5 years already. 4x4's, Wheeled tractors, caterpillars, road grader and 3 Mopars. One day I sneaked off with my Dads Belvedere and was doing 100 down a little mountain backroad up around the Susanville/Janesville area. I came up on a little rise in the road and there were two huge snow geese standing out in the road, but I couldn't risk trying to avoid them at 100 mph. Looked like a big pillow fight was going on in the rear view mirror, and when I got home I had to pick all the feathers out of the whole front of the car before my Dad got off work.
