I was riding my dad's cb750 when I was 14. He didn't know of course.
I had a friend like you in highschool . He one time showed up in his step dad's XKE so I could see how cool it was to drive. He had the six cylinder. It didn't have much snap off the line but if you kept your foot in it the car would do 120+.
He got away with most of his escapades but one day he showed up at school just before lunch to ask me a favor. He wanted me to help him pick up his step dad's almost new BMW R75/5 . I asked him where it was and he told me ten miles up the dirt road that went to the repeating station at the top of peavine mountain . We got into my old 51 Willy's pickup and drove up. When we got up to it I could see he had laid it over on the left side and knocked the cylinder barrel off. It caught fire after that so he put it out with handfuls of dirt.
We loaded it up into my truck and drove it home. When we got there we unloaded it and rolled it into the garage and gave it an inspection. I remember the connecting rod protruding from the case bent like a candy cane with no piston. Dirt all over the oil covered engine and inside the crankcase.
His step dad showed up shortly after. I still remember the look on his face when my friend told him that he and I were going to fix it for him.