My Dad was a Chrysler Plymouth salesman. He had me sitting on his lap driving a new Chrysler back in the early 50's. He haught me how to drive an automatic trans. In the late 50's , when I was 13 - 14 I was behind the wheel of our Chrysler driving around a parking lot learning how to parallel park. I got my permit in Minnesota the day I turned 15. 30 days later I got my license. Dad got me my first car , a 49 Plymouth. All the cars I had while living at home were Chryslers and Plymouths. The last was a 57 Chrysler. which I proceeded to hop up and customize. Dad was NOT pleased. I just wantedd to go fast and win stoplight drag races. I never did loose my license, but came close. Now I am 80 yeras young, and Dad is long gone. I still miss him.