This Is Why You Don't Give A Teenager A BMW M3 And A GoPro

Watch this teenager hoon his (or his father's, perhaps) BMW M3 on an absolutely amazing stretch of Arizona highway. We can only guess at why he misjudged that turn and crashed a not inexpensive car (looks like an E46), but the Home Alone hands-on-face action is priceless.


It's to be expected. Studies show that the human brain isn't fully developed until about age 25. The solid proof of all that academic research is right here in this video.

Let this be a lesson. Going straight from racing video games to driving sports cars is a bad idea. The best way for any kid to learn how to beat the crap out of a car is on a 15-year-old Corolla or Taurus. Well, unless daddy has a really solid insurance policy and doesn't mind the idea of a disposable Bimmer.


Liberte for le Jetstar!

That's too familiar for me.

I decided, one night with two friends in the car, that I had all the driving skills of Vettel, and made an ass of myself in a similar wreck scenario (understeering), only I took out a power pole, palm tree, and fence with the roof of my dad's Jetta. In a strong testament to modern automotive safety (and possibly Volkswagen), we were all fine, with only cuts, bruises, and, for me, a massive sense of guilt and recurring nightmares focusing on a worst-case scenario.

You get a surreal feeling when you-re going off the road, the car bucking and twisting, and just when you think its a dream, you feel the heat from the airbags exploding in front of you, smell the powder charge which just sacrificed itself for you. Even after that, though, there is a sense of disbelief. Only once that feeling goes away, then you are overwhelmed with guilt, with the sense, in mine and most other teens who wreck a parent's car, that you've utterly failed your parents. That first phone call, to tell them what you've done, is one of the most awkward experiences of your life.

You'll never forget the moment. You may bury it, but the next wreck you see or hear of, it'll come back up.

People at the scene were mystified that we weren't dead, and barely injured at that. And now, when I think of it, when I hear stories of people dying in fender-benders, after being hit by a drunk driver, in low-speed crashes. You wonder how you, who transformed a car into a barely-recognizable lump of steel, can be alive and physically well. You wonder if it's fair that somebody can die in a wreck where they aren't at fault, while you got a small cut on your forehead from reckless arrogance and gross overestimation of self skill.

TL;DR I feel bad for this kid, 'cause I've been there.