I don't remember my first time driving, exactly. However, I did start driving up and down our country dirt road (it wasn't officially a town road at that point) starting at about 14. My parents would let me drive to the county highway at the top of the road, then take over - not very far at a crack (maybe the equivalent of 2 city blocks) but still memorable. While I don't go out and try to mimic the moves seen on DOH, there have been a few times I've been grateful for watching DOH, because it meant that when something happened, I handled it and didn't freak out. The one time that comes to mind was when I was coming up to a T-intersection and hit a patch of black ice right before the stop sign, my car was going right through the intersection and heading for a ditch and phone pole, but I was able to steer out of it and get traction under my wheels again. Luckily it was early morning on a country road and there was no other traffic.