Mooch. It may be possible that you don't have the coinage to even scrape together the few hundred smacks needed for the most remedial summer cruiser. That means you probably don't have a license, either. But you're not out of luck-time-honored tradition dictates that neophyte gearheads get to ride along with older buddies to learn the ropes. Throw in for gas once in a while and break your curfew plenty. Just don't get arrested-it looks bad when you're trying to get a job.