Member Rara Avis
I didn't get a driver's license until the day I turned 18, Erica, because of silly laws that I had to spend a whole summer in driver's ed to get it earlier. Hey, in a state like Michigan, summers are precious things! It's not like I needed to learn how to drive any way. Six months later, just before I shipped out to boot camp in California, they took it away. Too many tickets and fender-benders. I'm not sure how they count those point thingies, but 14 in six months suggests (to me) they weren't counting very well. After I got out of training, in September or October, I applied for and was granted a California driver's license. They took that one away, too. And I didn't even own a car? You just know that can't be right!
I didn't get another driver's license until I returned to Michigan in the early-Seventies. I kept that one until the mid-Seventies when I moved back to California and got one there. Kept that one, too. In fact, I haven't had an accident, moving violation or even fender-bender in over thirty years. If there is an argument that maturity makes a difference, I suspect I am a living, breathing testament to that argument. (Some people would probably argue that experience is more pertinent than maturity, citing the fact that I drive just as fast today as I did when I was eighteen. I just don't get caught.)
In short, Erica, all those traffic laws exist to protect others from drivers like you and me.
(You must have had a heck of a good tailwind, on a really big hill, to get a VW up to 120 mph. You sure the speedometer didn't come out of a Craker's Jack box? )