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.
Dreamers, misfits, malcontents, finding the world not to their liking, imagine themselves perfectly suited for the world as it ought to be. – anon