I was sitting at traffic lights the other day making my way to a gig in the Hunter Valley. It was lashing rain and the weather was terrible – you could barely see the road up ahead let alone the other traffic.

As I waited for the lights to change, a car pulled up alongside me. Glancing briefly to the left I saw the familiar P plate on the window screen. The car was a six-cylinder and the young driver at the steering wheel seemed far too eager to put each cylinder to use.
“Alright buddy”, I grumbled as I heard the intermittent and very familiar revving of his car, “hold your horses”. The lights changed and the young driver shot off like a bullet.
I shook my head. “What an idiot!” No sooner had the words left my mouth than I saw the driver lose control, slamming his brakes and swerving along the road. Luckily the opposite lane was empty.
“Shit!” I yelled with horror, fearing the worst. Thankfully the young man regained control of his car but then, as though he needed to prove some point, sped off even faster up the road.
It was enough to make anyone sick. What a super star!
This sort of craziness drives me up the walls – what sort of maniac drives like this?
When I see these kids thundering through the streets I can’t hold back – who are these fools, where are they going in such a hurry and where the hell do they get the money for such powerful machines?
I’ve realised lately that I’ve reached a point in my life where these things really matter to me.
When I was younger and learning to drive I never worried about this kind of thing but then again I certainly never had a car as fast as some I see on the roads.
When I was in my early twenties it began to have an effect but now it simply infuriates me. The advertisement campaigns are everywhere, the statistics are pretty much black and white – the facts are simple, speed kills and P-platers are dying on our roads every week of every year.
It’s obviously not just P-platers, but for me, seeing images on the news of young adults who have lost their lives due to car accidents is really disturbing. Nobody wants to see a young life cut short so abruptly.
I am now a parent and I can’t help but worry – my kids will get to the legal age before I know it and is this what they’ll come up against – fast cars and lack of experience. Showing off and trying to impress.
I’m not preaching, I know what it’s like. I can still remember the thrill of driving for the first time and of the feeling of great speed. It’s a fabulous rush of lunacy that can outweigh any dangers.
But I honestly don’t remember things being as bad when I was a teenager.
Maybe I’m just fooling myself. Either way, I’m an adult now and I can see things a lot more clearly, and I hate the view.
This last week alone there have been multiple deaths on our roads involving young teenagers – it seems like it never ends.
I don’t know what the solution is, and accidents will always happen irrespective of age or experience. The zero tolerance laws have certainly had an effect and the ongoing debate about raising the driving age is still causing a stir. The fact remains though, we need to do what’s necessary to protect our youth, even from themselves.
All I know is that when we drive we take not just our own lives in our hands, but everyone else’s who we meet on the road.
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