My Dad was forever telling me that he took a bike at 14 and cycled half way around France and Germany.
When I was 14 I lived in Kent. I went up to London with some school friends for Arsenal v Man U, against my mother's wishes. I remember ending up lying face down on a tube station platform taking a few kicks, and then taking a smack full in the face as I came out of the tube station. I arrived home with a black eye and a split lip. My mother almost beat me up again
. That was 1974. At least times have changed!
I would say no.