My dad started letting me drive down the gravel road to our house when I was about 12, first in our VW bus, then our '91 Civic DX. The Civic was new at the time, so the clutch bite was pretty sharp and I stalled a lot more than in the VW.

The hydrogen wasn't the (main) problem with the Hindenburg. It was the chemical coating of the skin, which (I read somewhere, can't remember the source) would make a pretty good solid-fuel rocket if you rolled it into a tube. Look at the picture; hydrogen doesn't flame & smoke like that when it burns.

Ooh, shiny! And I think that's a 350Z behind her.

Race car in its elemental state.

Mmmm ... tasty.

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Check out that dealer's listing for a used 2-Eleven, featuring "molten awesomesauce."