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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