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Clayton: How much farther, dad?
Adam: Oh, hey. Shh. Everybody else is asleep. Should be another couple of hours.
Clayton: Want me to take the wheel for awhile?
Adam: That's a good idea. We can switch places at the next rest stop we pass eight years from now.
My brother got his license the day he turned 16; he couldn’t wait to get behind the wheel. My sister had her learner’s permit, but didn’t get around to actually taking the test for her license until the day before the permit expired. I never actually had a learner’s permit (never took Driver’s Ed), didn’t get my license until I was almost 21, and even then it was primarily just for ID. Both cities in which I’ve lived in my life have good public transport, and I’ve never minded using it.
Australia’s got a good system I think we should adopt here. After you get your license, however old you are, you have to display a “P” (for “provisional”) sticker on your bumper, so that other drivers on the road know that you’re inexperienced…