I didn't get my driver's license until I was 25 years old. I took driver's ed in high school but because my oldest brother had totaled the family car when he was in high school (the insurance company refused to pay--and that's another story), my father refused to let any more of his children (he had a total of 9) get a driver's license. Thanks, Daddy.
I taught cataloging in summer school the summer of 1967 and lived in the summer school faculty dorm. Upstairs were housed six physical education teachers/coaches working on their master's degrees. One of the guys, an assistant principal in Wilmington, also moon-lighted as a car salesman. When he learned I didn't have a car, he proposed to sell me one. But first I must get my learner's permit. So, the summer of 1967, after my car arrived, I learned how to drive a car, going from Boone to Linville every afternoon about 4 pm. The windows were wind-up and as we left Boone, the windows were open. As we approached Linville, the sun had dropped behind the mountains. I had to force myself to take a hand off the wheel to roll up the window. I also smoked in those days, but it took me forever to be able to smoke and drive. I still marvel at that.
My new car was a 1967 v-8 289 Ford Mustang, lamentably with no air conditioning, but that wasn't a problem for me since I always lived in the mountains when I drove it. After Needle Nicely moved to Florida for the winter, I left the mustang in NC because of the salt air. I owned it for over 25 years and it was a beauty, though the floor board was rather suspect from winter salt when I finally sold it!
EDIT: After all, it had been owned by a old maid librarian!
I did this pillow from a kit from Studio Two before I sold my car. It gives you the idea that this is possible with any model car as a commemorative pillow. Why not?