When my son turned 16, I bought his first car. When I gave it to him, I told him it had a full tank of gas, fresh oil change and tune up, 6 months of insurance, 1 year of license, new tires, and a pack of condoms in the glove box. Fully equipped, and ready to go. I also told him, when any of those needed refilled/replaced/renewed, that was on him. He needed to get a job. He's now 44, has given me three wonderful grandchildren, and has never asked me for a dime.
