The Passport to Adventure

When you turn eighteen, nothing seems so important as getting your driver’s licence. The simple act of being able to reverse park is the closest thing we have to a welcome ceremony for adulthood. Not that it’s all about driving. Granted, the ability to drive a car represents a level of freedom that perfectly complements the coming of age. That’s so even when the car in question is a puke-green 1982 Daihatsu Charade. But in addition to driving there’s also the matter of being able to attend a pub. Not that everyone gets their license exactly on turning eighteen.
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