the ramblings and opinions of one female living life on this crazy planet called Earth
Friday, October 19, 2012
driving without a license
When I was 17 on my L plates I finished work waiting for a friend to finish. My friend told me to wait in his car, his shift ended if half an hour. Gives me the keys and I wait in his car. Waiting waiting. I get bored and decide I'll take the car for a spin around the block, take a couple of back streets. Off I go driving around doing a fine job. I'd been driving since I was 14. My dad taught me because he believed it was important for me to know. In case something ever happened to him and I needed to take him to the hospital. I stop at a T intersection putting my indicator on to turn left, look behind me and see I have a police car on my tail. Kinda shit bricks because I'm so little they're bound to know I'm not old enough to drive. I've no P plates on my car to say I'm old enough to drive while still looking young. I keep driving and they tail me for a couple 100 meters but in the end they turn off in a different direction. I hightail it back to my work car park only to find the car park my friends car was parked in is now taken. He'll know I took his car for a drive now that his car is moved. Friend comes out sees the car is moved, asks me if I drove his car, I confess and offer him petrol money. He declines and is fine with me driving his car. Tells me a story about another friend who drove his car once and crashed it on her first drive. Least I returned his car in one piece.
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