My uncle owns a farm near the country town I grew up in, and when my family gathered there last christmas his 10yo grand-kid took my young nieces for a drive around the farm in her personal automobile. An old bright pink rustbucket with a cheerful mouse painted on the bonnet. It was named the "pink-squeak".
They were driving about 1/4rd the speed of these kids though...
We never did any driving in my hick childhood, but we did have a "shootin' car", which doubled as the "M-80 and firecracker car" starting June 15th and running through whenever the hell the reservation stopped selling.