Cardboard Joyride.

When I was a child, and years before I got my driving license (five theory tests and two driving tests later), I always used to dream that I could drive. I would illegally drive my parents' car, or any car I might find, with my friends in the back, somehow managing to operate it without having ever driven before. And the dream would always end in being caught by the police, or crashing horrifically. Perhaps, my dreams were predicting the future, but I'd go on to crash my actual car into a ditch, setting it on fire, five days after having it - but that's a story for another time.

But the best car I ever drove was made of cardboard. It wasn't even much of a car. It was a cardboard box. I drove around in a cardboard box. And then it fell apart. Damn.