I’m seeing pictures on facebook of godchildren and nieces proudly holding their P-plates in front of their parents’ cars. Congratulations darling, you are about to get fat, vote for wars in Iraq, buy a house out where the government will abandon the sewer, spend more on transport than housing, and you now have a one-in-ten chance of dying or killing someone in a car crash. Let’s make you a cake!
I’m talking about young people getting drivers licences in Australia where only token instruction is given with regards to the rights and concerns of vulnerable users of footpaths, or cyclists. Pedestrian crossings have been all but phased out. The custom is for drivers to enter driveways in a manner that expects pedestrians to step back and allow them off of the carriageway. Sentencing reflects community values, meaning you can door or run over a cyclist and expect to walk free. It’s a complete mess.
Here is a proud moment in my life, when Santa brought my kids their first bikes. Knowing the eldest will soon be asking for driving lessons, I’m wondering how I will cope.