I don't know about today, but when I was 16 (1970) my buddies and I would cruise the back country roads outside of Walla Walla with a charged battery, a can of gas, and +/- $30 between us. We would hit up the farmers for the 1950-something car parked behind their barn or "under that tree" and almost always drive something away that we would burn the rubber off the rims over the weekend. Young and stupid. Those were the days!
