Bangin' Gears & Bustin' Heads
by Roger Jetter
In the late 1950’s, a teenager’s most coveted item was a driver’s license. It gave every 16 year-old relative freedom, but it also gave some teens a permit to do stupid things with, what amounted to, a four-wheeled weapon.
In a small Midwestern town, that license was a way to explore surroundings, an opportunity to show off and, for a few, akin to signing a death certificate.