I learned how to drive around 12 in my Pa's 1949 Chevy Pickup.
It wasn't this nice...
It had a railroad tie for a front bumper, and the driver's side door had a tendency to come open on hard right hand turns if you leaned against it.
He used to beep-beep the horn every morning passing by the neighbors up the street on his way into work at Fort Howard Steel and Wire in Green bay, WI. One day, the eldest daughter who was quite the artist, came down when he was otherwise occupied drinking beers with her dad, and painted the Road Runner on the doors.