The arrogance of youth. Bulletproof, I can handle anything, etc. I remember when I was 20, I used a friends ID and did a lot of tavern hopping with him - we were both good at pool and got a kick out of beating slick look older guys with their expensive cues and us with the tavern beaters. I had my first vehicle, a '59 Int. Travelall panel (?!), and I recall barely stopping in time for numerous stop lights. A miracle I made it through some of that stuff. But you'd think with the much greater degree of publicity about these things now that friends would have stopped the guy.
I saw a few die of hunger; of eating, a hundred thousand. - Ben Franklin