Newspaper article Coffs Coast Advocate (Coffs Harbour, Australia)

Be Prepared for That a[euro][approximately]L' of a Day

Newspaper article Coffs Coast Advocate (Coffs Harbour, Australia)

Be Prepared for That a[euro][approximately]L' of a Day

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IF YOU want to get the blood pumping with some serious spills and thrills on four wheels forget the World Rally.

For nail-biting, heart-stopping, mark-yourself-with-the-sign-of-the-cross, adrenaline-based-action climb into the passenger seat of a car with a learner driver behind the wheel.

And if you want to crank it up a few gears make sure the driver with his sweaty hands gripping the wheel is someone you gave birth to and is about to turn out of a side street and head up the Pacific Highway.

Yep, there's nothing like a bright yellow piece of plastic with a big black a[approximately]L' stamped on it to make you wish you had taken more notice of all those adverts on telly spruiking funeral plans and incontinence pads.

Sure Ken Block and Sebastien Loeb might be famous drivers who travel the world showing off their a[approximately]totally awesome' rallying and drifting skills to appreciative

audiences but I'd like to see one of them rally the courage to sit in a car with a learner driver who is a[approximately]drifting' across an unbroken white line while a cattle truck is heading towards them from the other direction.

Nothing in the maternity ward will ever prepare you for the day you get in the front seat of the family sedan with your child at the wheel. My eldest has had his learner's permit for a little while now and up until this week I have successfully avoided anything more official than screaming out the odd nervous instruction from the back seat a a talent I have honed to perfection after years with hubby.

But in a moment of weakness, with hubby away for a few days and my eldest desperate to notch up more hours in his RTA issue Learner's Log Book, I reluctantly slapped the a[approximately]L' plates on the car and gave him the keys.

As we headed out of our street I think my hyperventilation, perspiration, fingers depressed into the dashboard, foot depressed into the floorboard and obsessive checking and rechecking of the seat belt might have alerted him to my state of mind. …

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