Heheh, but speaking of new driver's licenses ... that's what I had when I first saw Star Wars in 1977. It was already June by the time I was convinced the movie with the gay commericals was really a fantastic fantasy film. Yada, yada, loved the movie, life unknowingly changed from that moment on ... but on the way home, none of my 4 passengers were likely aware that they boy who'd been driving solo all of a week was suddenly a daring X-Wing pilot on the highway - - rather than the cautious, newly-licensed teenager who should have been behind the wheel.
I nearly wiped out about 3 times. I really didn't know what had come over me, but it was my first hint that a certain movie had gotten way deeper under my skin than I could possibly imagine.
That's far from my best Star Wars story, but I've got a million of 'em. Something tells me I'll be posting in this thread a lot.