I was 15, 2 years before driving age. One cold and wintry night while the parents were sleeping, I quietly sneaked out the car keys and took the car out for a spin. Apparently not quiet enough because I saw in the rear-view mirror my father chasing after me like a wild man. I hit the gas. Went for a cruise through 3rd ward park and so on but needed a plan for returning home and living. Rutt's Hut! I went to Rutt's, bought a bunch of rippers and fries to-go and returned. My father was fuming, but so was the smell of Rutt's. He asked what I had there in the bags, I said I wanted Rutt's and we sat at the dining room table happily eating rippers. He said not to take the car because I don't have a license and insurance won't cover me. The rippers spared me from bodily harm. :)
