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It goes for guys my age, too.
These guys with autism must occupy a different place on the spectrum than my brother. I let him drive Mom's car in an empty parking lot when he was eleven. He sat in my lap and I used the pedals because he could not reach them.
I moved him back into the passenger seat because he kept trying to hit stuff.
Maybe he grew out of it? Well, ten years later his class went to a small amusement park in Phoenix. Mom let him drive a go cart into a post. [Mom let him drive and he drove a go cart into a post]
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