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Input: Text: ok, not exactly "borrowing" and not exactly "today." this was over 30 years ago, the summer between my freshman and sophomore years of high school. i remember it like it was today. a whole lotta fuckups in this one. 

a few things to consider: at 14 years old, i was five foot nothing and about 90 pounds. my mother's car was a 1983 mercury grand marquis colony park station wagon. to me, it might as well have been the titanic. oh, and my parents were into grounding/restriction as punishment. this was well before the era of timeouts. 

now the story: i was already grounded for sneaking into my mother's sewing room in the middle of the night and talking on the phone. but, being the stupid 14-year-old know-it-all that i was, this particular night i was back in there on the phone, talking to a girl that my parents did not like or approve of me dating. she was a bit of a rebel and a bad influence on me, as this episode will prove.

she asked me if i'd ever driven before, and of course i hadn't since i was only 14. she then dared me to "borrow" my mother's car and drive the 12 miles from my house to hers. it was almost 2 am, about the time all the bars in town closed up and the drunks did their best to avoid the cops as they drove home. i told her i didn't know if it was a good idea.

she then double dog dared me. now, as you may or may not know, there is no getting out of a double dog dare. i told her i would agree "against my better judgement." i took her car key and house key out of her purse, and and i was on my way. i had been watching my mother and father drive and figured, how hard can it be? i didn't know how to adjust the seat. i didn't take into account the fact that i had never seen him drive her car.

i knew how to get to her town, but i wasn't 100% sure on the streets in her neighborhood. this was well before the era of gps and cell phones. she lived on the end of her short (3 houses) street, and any cars going towards her house would shine their headlights right into her mom's bedroom window. i figured i would do the "smart" thing and back down the street to avoid this problem. of course, since i'd never driven before, i only used the rear view mirror and didn't look at the side mirrors once.

that is until i heard and felt metal on metal. it took me a few seconds to realize what i had done and to stop the car. there, directly alongside me, was another car that i hadn't noticed on the side of the street. i went into mini-panic mode and pulled forward a little too quickly. more metal crunching. i steered toward the middle of the street and backed into her driveway.

she came outside and reached for the car door. it wouldn't open. back door, same thing. she climbed in through the driver side and we took off. i was too scared to be pissed off or to think clearly, but she made me stop and pick up the decorative molding pieces from the passenger side of the car. 

we ended up in the parking lot of a fast food place. she couldn't get her door open from the inside, either. she helped me try to reattach the molding to the car. here we are, two 14-year-olds with no tools and no auto repair experience, at 2:30 in the morning in a fast food parking lot, trying to make a car look like it hasn't been in an accident. all of a sudden, i heard her scream, "fuck!" and watched as she flung these pieces of my mother's car into the street. she climbed back in and calmly said, "take me home."

she directed me a different way into her neighborhood so the headlights didn't shine into her mother's bedroom window as we got to her house. we got out, she kissed me on the cheek, and said, "good luck." and she was gone.

i was in full panic mode at this point and practically flew home. at one point i was doing 90 in a 35 on a bridge that stands close to 100 feet above a river and a canal and has a railroad crossing (at-grade, not under the bridge) before a steep climb to a traffic signal. all i saw was the green light, and i gunned it.

i can only imagine what it looked like from the outside, this boat of a station wagon bouncing across two sets of railroad tracks. i was extremely glad that my mother always insisted on the use of seatbelts. i felt the car bottom out at least twice before i got up the hill to the light, which had by this time turned red. i took a deep breath and waited for it to change.

i got home just after 3. i put the car in the driveway as best as i could, but i knew that my dad would know when he got home from work in five hours or so that something wasn't right. i didn't want to look at the passenger side of the car again. i went in the house through the back door, put my mom's keys back, and went to bed. i couldn't sleep.

sure enough, around 8:20, my dad walked in the house, woke everyone, and yelled, "what the hell happened to the car?" my sister, 13, and my brother, 11, obviously couldn't have done it. my mother would've said something to him. that left me, and i tried to play innocent, but i've never been a very good liar.

the repairs were close to six hundred dollars (which, for a jobless 14-year-old in the mid-80s, may as well have been a million). bodywork, paint, rear bumper, muffler and tailpipe, rear suspension. i became one of those kids who haul a lawnmower around the neighborhood offering to cut grass for five or ten bucks. eventually, i made enough to pay my dad back.

oh, yeah, a couple things that i failed to mention. this took place on my dad's birthday. what a perfect gift!

the car that i sideswiped, as it turned out, belonged to my brother's godfather. i actually heard him say, "oh, don't worry about it. i'll just blame my neighbor. her daughter is quite the rule breaker, and it's only a matter of time anyway." he was talking about the girl that i had stolen the car to come to visit in the first place!

last thing: my parents refused to let me get my license until i turned 18 as part of my punishment. i had to "learn to drive" in the car that they bought for my little sister.

TIFU by borrowing my mom's car