When I was 16, I was late returning my dads 1957 Willys CJ-5 Jeep. I hit 55mph, after I held the pedal to the floor for a mile. When I got home, the poor motor had a sticky valve that was stuck open, my dad knew what was going on. He told me that if I wanted to kill myself there were less painfull ways, and walked away.

Thanks for the wisdom, pop.