If you think Green Bay Packers wideout Donald Driver is fast now, you should've seen him when he was stealing cars.
"I was quick" says Driver, who went by Quickie then. "My older brother taught me. He was in eighth grade, I was only in seventh." Hey, when things are so bad you have to live in the back of a U-Haul truck with your mom and four siblings for a month, you go with whatever skills you have.
"The easiest cars to steal were those old Cadillacs," says Driver, who sold the stolen cars to guys who stripped them and resold the parts. He'd stake out a Caddie on the streets of his hometown Houston, a T-shirt wrapped around his right fist. In a flash he'd punch out the back window and be inside.
You look at Driver's big, soft millionaire hands and notice all the scars. From the windows or football? "Windows," he says. Within 30 seconds he'd be ready to roll, though he was just tall enough to see over the wheel.
"I could drive pretty good," Driver says. "Anytime anybody in my family needed a car moved, I'd say, 'I'll do it.' That's how I learned to drive. I probably stole 20 or 30 cars and only had to jump out once."
But that once changed his life.
Just as Driver was starting the car, he heard sirens. He floored it. He was flying along, checking the mirror to see how close the police were, when he T-boned an old woman's car as she backed out of her driveway. Driver jumped out and started sprinting. He had the cops beat by a block or so, but something made him circle back to check on the old woman.
She was all right, but by then the police were around the corner. "Go sit on my porch," the old lady said.
For some reason he trusted her. When the cops came, she told them the perp had run off. "So who's that on your porch swing?" one cop wanted to know.
"Oh, that's just my grandson," she said.