Driver Under Instruction

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Originally Posted by travelrover

In recent years i have noticed a vast increase in the number of drivers on our roads who have 'gained' their license through fair means or fowl in their country of origin who have zero comprehension of not only the road rules here but consequences of their actions.

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I had a military licences at 16, cars, Trucks and Busses, NSW motor bike at the same time. I drove a car to Five DocK or Burwood licensing place when I was about 20 and upset the instructor who failed my driving test. He was even unhappier when I drove away ( legally) He failed me again before the driving test when I went back. I rode to Vic and got my full drivers licence. Being a smarty pants with a driving assessor is not a great way of getting a civilian licence. [biggrin]
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I am a person who " 'gained' their (my) license(s) through (both) fair means or (&) fowl" [biggrin][biggrin][biggrin]

Same!!!

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Originally Posted by NavyDiver

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I am a person who " 'gained' their (my) license(s) through (both) fair means or (&) fowl" [biggrin][biggrin][biggrin]

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So .............. at least one of your licences was won in a chook raffle ????? :woot:

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Originally Posted by BMKal

So .............. at least one of your licences was won in a chook raffle ????? :woot:

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I think that was more the stupid autocorrection than use of an incorrect word :-)

I was driving south on the M7 a few days ago. The traffic was heavy and the speed reduced to 80k/h. There was a bank up of semi's in the left lane and I was in a line of vehicles in the right lane, slowly overtaking the semi's. Behind me a fire engine was trying to get throught the mess under lights and siren. Unable to pull into the left lane because of the traffic I pulled off to the right and proceeded slowly along on the grass with left wheels on the edge of the tar outside of the lane marking. The fire engine passed with a crocodile of vehicles glued to its tail. It took nearly a minuite before some nice 4wd driver allowed me to pull back into the lane, even though I had had my blinkers on all the time. I just managed to get back before a steel drainage grate appeared. This would have stopped me completely.

Go drive in Saudi Arabia for a fright. If you say the travel prayer you can race the train to the level crossing and no need to wear the seat belts. In'sh Allah. You only get hurt or killed if it is God's will. They drive both directions in one way streets and if wide enough another lane or two in the middle. Park anywhere even if you block the road. No such thing as a full bus or truck in rural areas. Always room for more.

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Originally Posted by Bigbjorn

Go drive in Saudi Arabia for a fright. If you say the travel prayer you can race the train to the level crossing and no need to wear the seat belts. In'sh Allah. You only get hurt or killed if it is God's will. They drive both directions in one way streets and if wide enough another lane or two in the middle. Park anywhere even if you block the road. No such thing as a full bus or truck in rural areas. Always room for more.

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Heh was in a taxi once between Dubai and Abu Dhabi. Thought the taxi driver was mad enough cruising along between 170-180 in his late model Chevy V8. Then a 200 series LC sporting huge tyres looking all the world like aircraft landing tyres overtook us rather briskly!

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Originally Posted by travelrover

I think that was more the stupid autocorrection than use of an incorrect word :-)

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Nope I fouled up my fowls but thanks for the support [biggrin]
Regards Typo King AKA Navy Diver

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Originally Posted by travelrover

A friend of mine took their licence test in the Philippines and all they had to do was drive about 400 meter (in an auto) in traffic.

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That's further than I had to ride a motorcycle at the old Dept of Motor Transport office at Rosebery, Sydney, when I went for my bike licence in about 1966. Yes, I got the licence.

Hi,
In the late 60s a friend living in one of the higher suburbs of Hobart arrived for his motorcycle test one snowy winters morning at the traffic desk.
The army great coat he was wearing had collected a fair load of snow on the ride in.
The usual test was a couple of figure 8s in the parking lot and a run up the road, around the roundabout and if you returned - well you could ride.
The testing officer glanced up at this snowy apparition in the window of his cosy office and asked "Where have you come from?"
"Ferntree"
Well you can obviously ride a bike, no need for a test, take this to the cashier and pay for your licence"


Cheers