When I was in the military I didn't have a car and for the most part never really needed one. But one day my friend Tony, who had an MG and a blue Monte Carlo, let me borrow his car. He usually did if I needed it. Anyway, one day I had to run to Eckerd's to get some toiletries, it was only a few miles away. On my way out of the Eckerd's some guy hit me and I hit a pole. He got out and begged me not to say anything because he'd get into trouble. Well HELLO? He hit me. Actually I pulled out from Eckerd's to take a left and a car had been to my right and I had a blind spot so I pulled out anyway. Like a friggin dufus!
I had this guy follow me back to the station and we called the State Troopers. Not only did I get out of getting a ticket for reckless driving (pulling out without having a clear vision) but I also avoided a ticket when the Trooper checked my license and found out it was "restricted". Now restricted back in the 80's meant it was the permit before the permit, like a learner's permit--where you can't drive unless you have someone over 18 and you can't drive after the sun goes down. I got it when I was 16 and somehow wound up never getting the real thing although I knew how to drive. The trooper said to me "you better get your license, all I am giving you is a warning!" and so I came back home and got my regular license.
I was lucky because out of boot camp my first unit was Hawaii and you can't go overseas if you don't have a license. Somebody goofed when checking my license, they never realized it was a restricted. And so off to Hawaii I went. As a matter of fact, I used to drive the duty van several times a week and often drove government vehicles.
I learned a valuable lesson after that, I NEVER EVER pull out onto the main drag unless I have a clear line of sight. I am sure Tony was wishing I'd learned that BEFORE getting into his car!