When I turned 15 my father didn't just hand over the keys to the jeep which had been sitting outside our barn for 3-4 years not running. Keep in mind we lived in Oregon so lots of Rain, Rust and Mold. Thankfully they are a rather green state and never allowed Salt on the roads.
In any event it took a major flood, nearly a 100year flood with the Jeep in 4 feet of water for him to hand over the keys. Even to this day my family tells stories how guy after guy came by asking about the jeep and if it was ok during and after the flood. They didn't ask about the farm...just the jeep.
Upon hearing of my dad handing over the keys one of those concerned guys, a neighbor, offered to get the water out of the block and see if he could get it running for me. Withing a few hours, complete fluid change and a leaf blower in each cylinder it was running better than before the flood. I was in business.
Well not so fast, as any good mother would do after my father handed me the keys she said you can't drive it until you put in a full roll cage and 5 point seat belts. I spent the entire summer mowing lawns saving up only to fall short, really really short.
Eventually my father stepped in and subsidized the required equipment.
Here is the cage, it was just an add-on kit we had the local shop drop in for us. It probably has the ugliest welds I've ever seen and no frame tie-ins. Just supported by the questionable at best rusty tub.