One Sunday morning, about 6:30AM, I awake to hearing a rather throaty engine revving real high. That's real odd, I think to myself... who would be doing this at 6:30 on a Sunday morning? Besides, no one on my street has a car that sounds like that, except... ME!!!!
I go downstairs and out to the garage, just in time to see my 17-year-old son pulling in with my MS3. His license had been revoked (by me) a month earlier (for wrecking one car and totalling another within a 24-hour period), and his car (a regular automatic Mazda 3) was taken away. Apparently, he decided he just HAD to see some girl at about 3AM, so he took my car. I had been questioning whether I ever received 2 sets of keys when I bought the car, because I could never find the 2nd set. Well I found out that morning where they were!
After tearing him a new one, I went back to bed. When I went back out to the garage later that morning, it absolutely REEKED of burned clutch. You see, we have a 65-foot driveway on an incline that ends in a left-hand garage. Apparently he had some real trouble getting the car in the garage - I had given him a couple of lessons on driving stick, but he certainly hadn't gotten the hang of it.
He is now 'carless' until after he turns 18 - I have no intention of reinstating his license.
Hope you enjoyed my 'clutch' story