What a cute, brotherly bonding moment. Within eight days of each other, Middle Child (16) and Step-Son (25) both got speeding tickets… at EXACTLY the same location in the city. Same lane, same part of the intersection. We are so proud. And have the matching police photos as a souvenir.
So within three months of turning 16, MC has managed to clock up both an expensive little fender-bender and a speeding ticket. Nice. I have said for many years that out of all my kids, he was the one I was most worried about when it came to driving, as he’s always been a “live life at full speed” kind of guy. Turns out I was right. And what the heck happened to his promise to “drive like a granny” after his accident in January? Grrrrr.
As for SS, he should know better. I suppose we shouldn’t judge him too harshly as he was, at the time, heading to the airport to pick us up. But did he really need to leave it so late that he had to speed? And who knew that there was a permanent police camera at that particular intersection? Clearly we do now.
The good news is that these brothers-from-a-different-mother receive an instant lesson… right in the wallet where it hurts most. I’m sure they’ll be comparing financial scars in due course. Maybe I should remind them of what my driving instructor used to say to me, back in the annals of time when I was a teenage learner. He would spend each lesson with his arm resting on the back of my seat, ready to tug my long hair every time I went too fast – behaviour that would probably cause a harassment lawsuit these days. But his words stick with me still: “FOG!” As in Foot Off Gas.