Drove home every afternoon from the bus stop when I was that age. As a parent now can sympathise with the nagging that I gave my parents to let me drive. Sounds like a similar situation, rural road with little traffic and unlucky enough to have a copper drive by.
Reminds me of the time I was riding my DT175 with my safety Akubra down the road to the river and a Highway patrol car drove by. Luckily for me they were satisfied enough with the look of sheer terror on my face and just waved and drove on. We were about 10km down a back road from the highway and that was the only time I ever saw a police car on that road.
Regards,
Tote

