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« on: December 20, 2014, 06:28:11 AM »
Hi Bentley.
I live in an Aussie country town and in those days you just fronted up to the copper shop (police station), and the licencing sergent watched me go down the street, do a 'U' turn around a centre garden and come back and park in front of the station. When I did the car I took him to the corner shop to buy a packet of smokes and back to station.
I think growing up on the farm and driving everything I could from the time I was big enough helped. Most kids from the farms in those days had no trouble.
My dad bought a broken 1928 AJS 350cc in 1938, and after replacing the bigend bearing he rode it into town one Saturday morning to get his licence. The sergent asked him where he had come from? Dad replied that he had ridden the 35 miles from the farm. The sergent said, "if you can ride that far you'll be right" and gave him a licence!
Years later my mum got her driving licence in the only vehicle we had on the farm at the time, a three ton Bedford. She only handed in her heavy vehicle licence at 80yrs.