‘Have you now,’ he said. ‘About bloody time too. You’ve been driving that ute since you were ten and you couldn’t see over the steering wheel. I saw you driving it to the milk depot the other day with your old man. Who’s pushing the pedals for you today?’
I was a bit offended, not least because of another incident with a toy pedal car and the copper’s son ten years before, but that’s another story. I looked up at him and saw the twinkle in his eye and it was OK.
Anyway, those were all the rules you needed to know for local excursions, and you picked up rules about driving in Gladstone [big city, pop 7500] as you went along.
|What the hell is that?|
|It's alright. It's only young Denxis Wright taking the milk to the depot!|