Hanson tests the new VW bug-and Toney Romando's patience.

11:27a.m. SOILED AT SUNSET BOULEVARD "When I went to get my license, I was nervous--I felt like I hadn't driven enough," Isaac says. He looks me in the eye while saying this, which his nice, except he's driving, I'm in the backseat, and we're in bumper-to-bumper traffic. "I thought I was gonna fail, and then it was so easy. Really, they just want to know...." "Whoooaaah, heaaay, slow down, you're gonna...." Zac and Taylor scream as we nearly plow into a Bronco. I find myself wishing I had listened to my mom and worn clean underwear. Or any at all. "Your bumper-riding skills were a little too much right there," squeaks Taylor as he peels himself off the dash. "Actually, when I get my permit, I worry for people on the sidewalk."

11:45 am UNABASHED BEETLE WORHIP "This car is so smooth, it's actually hard to tell how fast you're going," Isaac says. We're going about 20 mph over the speed limit, but who isn't in L.A.? "It's like one of those little speed demons--a turtle with booster," Taylor adds, before Isaac reminds us that we haven't put our seatbelts on yet. Zac--who, by the way, fits into the car's roomy trunk--barks and howls from the backseat. Whatever; he's only 12. "I want one of these," he says. "Hey, a cop," panics Isaac, like Scott Weiland on a bender. "I ran a red light one time--on accident. Cop! Cop! Cop!"

12:10 p.m. PARANOID HELLIONS IN HOLLYWOOD Fans swarm us every time we stop at a light or pull over. Taylor: "We're being followed." Zac: "We're not being followed." Taylor: "Yeah, that girl back there just screamed. Look at her." So far we've had five autograph requests, three whistles from women over 40 and a demand for a royal shout-out to the queen from a carload of British tourists. Pop-star patience is wearing thin. "The coolest thing about our fans is that they're devoted," Taylor says, "but psycho." Isaac agrees. while Zac, who already matches my 27-year- old height, mimics, "Wooooaaah, we're psycho." Isaac gets ready to make a left turn into oncoming traffic. "I'm pretty sure that's illegal," Taylor says. Isaac turns anyway. "Yep, that was completely illegal," Taylor adds, before a chaotic "Is not!"/"Is so!" pissing match. "We're psycho, woooaaah," Zac says. I think I feel a zit coming on.

12:20 p.m. HELLIONS PART TWO "Let's do the dive-through at In-N-Out Burger, and order burritos," Taylor suggests. "Wait--a Chinese fire drill; we won't get arrested." Isaac, the voice of reason, discusses the illegality of this stunt as he makes another lane change in the middle of an intersection--the Department of Motor Vehicles tends to frown upon those, too. "Isaac, you dork, do it at the next stoplight," Taylor says. "Daaaaaaaaaaaaang," Zac yells in between barks, as Isaac stops at the next light. "It's green, you idiot. We're gonna die," Taylor shouts, as he circles the car three times, dodging motorist profanities and big-city-style horn-blowing.

12:59 p.m. FUTURE SHOCK "Getting your license gives you the right to pick your nose in the car," Taylor says. "Absolutly," Isaac adds. "This is America." Pulling up to check in with Dad, who has been waiting patiently a the Greek Theatre, Zac inquires as to whether papa has any Grey Poupon. No one listens--it's tough being 12. "I've been kinda bashful about driving a car without a license," Taylor says as we get out, "'cause, like in go-carts, I'll crash them. It's probably mostly on purpose. I'm really worried about everyone else in the car, but I'm getting more comfortable with it. I think it's gonna be pretty cool."

Typed and submitted by Mo