When I was 15 and in the 6th Form, I got my Drivers Licence ...around that time my Dad bought a cheap Vauxhall Viva (or mebbe a Velox) as a birthday present for my 17 year-old brother (an apprentice jockey)...he spent hours doing it up and even put a lambskin cover on the driver's seat cos the upholstery was so crappy. I pleaded with Dad to use the car before he gave it to my brother ..."give it a bit of a training run" the weekend before...a day trip down to Lake Ferry to visit my new 'girlfriend' (she had flirted with me at the Table Tennis Champs, so I was rather smitten by this rather buxom long-haired blonde!)
Off I went, had a very nice time, thank you, and drove home, car a bit sluggish going up the hills home, but I put it down to its decrepit motor and old-age. Well, Dad didn't take long to notice something sinister...oil seeping/flowing where it shouldn't (ie the wheels).
I'd driven all the way home with handbrake on.