First car was this:
1982 Volkswagen Golf GTI (Mark 1, 1600cc, 8 valve)
Bought in 1989 when I was 19. Needless to say, for insurance purposes my mum was the "owner" and "main driver" without ever sitting in the driver's seat.
Yep, most of us were too, back in the day. One incident I can think of involved me having a bit of a race with a local in his *mint* Escort RS2000 round the bypass. Near the end he attempted to outbrake & overtake me, only to lock his brakes, go right through the T junction across the main road, roll several times spectacularly, and come to a stop upside down in a hotel car park. Somehow he was uninjured (unlike his car), and I gave him a lift back into town. He kept punching my dashboard and swearing, but I didn't think it was right to say "hey! do you fucking mind?!" bearing in mind he'd just written off his pride and joy.