As the boys approach their 16th birthday early next year, conversations at the dinner table have turned to their next rite of passage – the driver’s license. Surely for a boy one of the most prized of possessions, second only to the car they both hope to own of course.
Man-Child I for years talked about the Ferrari he would own as his first car. I for years told him I hoped that he’d be that successful one-day, but it was unlikely to be his first car. Was that mean of me to quash his dreams and give him a dose of reality? I didn’t do it when he was very small I promise. At any rate hoon laws would presumably prevent it anyway.
So over the years they’ve adjusted their sights to all manner of beastly boy cars, including Holden Utes, Commodores, Subaru’s – basically any high performance car! On occasions we have been in the car and they’ve both let out a WHAAAAWWWW in such a way I thought we were about to have an accident. But no, it was just admiration for some passing hoon car.
The downside of being a twin, is that both will need to clock up their L-plate hours at the same time. As I understand it, you need 120 hours practice for an automatic license, and 180 hours for a manual license. This puts them at a distinct disadvantage to non-twins, as they can’t both drive the family car on outings simultaneously. As an added complication, it seems Man-Child II has decided he wants his manual license (Man-Child I is happy with an auto), and somehow convinced Father of a Man-Child that buying a cheap $5,000 Jeep would be the perfect car to practice driving in!!! Of course it could be that Father of a Man-Child was also thinking about the fun he could have over summer getting around in a Jeep (mid life crisis anyone?).
Mother of a Man-Child being the practical one of the family, said, hmmm, so you think the family are going to go out in a busted $5,000 Jeep just so you can drive us around and clock up your hours? No probs he said, Dad and me will just do a few drives to Kangaroo Island and back (about 11 hours one way). You do the maths – that’s QUITE A FEW drives to KI and it’s not going to happen. His other solution was that everywhere we go we’ll take two cars – Man-Child I chauffeuring me in the much-loved automatic family wagon, Man-Child II chauffeuring his father in the manual Jeep. Oh yeah, we’re getting even more practical now aren’t we?
I remember getting my own license. We were very lucky to have a close family friend who offered to take me for driving practice regularly. Do you think he knew that the worst teacher for children is their own parent when it comes to driving? The child hates being told what they’re doing wrong, the parent is shitting themselves and seeing their life pass in front of their eyes at every intersection. A recipe for disaster surely? Maybe Father of a Man-Child can help them clock up the early kms, he’s less of a stress head than me. I’ll take over when they’ve got some mileage under their belts and are more practiced.
Of course, deep down I live in fear of the day they have their license at all (as you all should!). I am a firm believer that testosterone loaded boys should not be allowed behind the wheel of any car until they are at least 21 years old. The statistics show I’m right. That’s not to say my boys won’t be careful, and thankfully the laws are now so stringent I think they are inclined to be much more cautious about drink driving etc, yet the numbers still show this group are over-represented in deaths on the road. (Sorry I’ll get off my soapbox now).
I have always maintained that I will send my boys (and in time daughter) to one of those safe driver courses once they have their license – if they’re on the road, then at least equip them with all the skills you can. Added insurance.
So time will tell whether or not we end up with a 3rd car in the driveway. As Man-Child II pointed out quite matter-of-factly, eventually there’ll be five cars out the front Mum, so get over it. Good lord, Sister of a Man-Child is only seven years old – does that mean they’ll be here for another 11 years? Just as well we went up isn’t it?