I was a farm boy, and had been driving utilities and trucks since I was about 8 years old, I drove into town in the old farm ute to sit my test, and the police officer who took it figured I could drive if I had got there by myself. My test required me to take him down the shops to pick up the paper and drop it of at his house where he also picked up his lunch and then back to the station.
A week after I had sat my test, I had to present back down at the station as they had lost the written part of the test and I had to re-sit, the only difference was this time I did it with the policeman telling me the answers. Did have to get the obligatory one wrong though.
week later I had my first car, a 1962 EK Holden, two tone pink and grey with spats over the tyres and 90,000 miles on the clock. Holden 149 cu inch grey motor with twin Stromberg carbs and extractors. Hot Hot Hot.
