No kidding. Me and my next door buddy would wait until his old man passed out drunk, then roll his '58 Chevy Impala out the driveway and down the street before starting it.
Gas was only .35 cents a gallon back then, and we'd gas 'er up and cruise for hours. I was only fifteen, but I learned to drive in that thing.
He once hit a horse in the road, impaled the big Jet-like hood ornament in the horse's belly, and then just kept driving the car on to work....the horse didn't survive but the Oldsmobile did (it was a 1958, with big fins on the rear quarter panels that were the size of a billboard).
I once pulled the 1955 Buick into the barn, and hit the gas instead of the brake (I was 14), and drove through the back of the barn....the Buick was un-harmed, as it had bumpers that seemed to be about 1/4 inch thick!)