When I took my driver’s education course, the CAA had me use a massively uncool 1983 Mercury Lynx. Times have certainly changed, yesterday I encountered another teenager who was learning how to handle the wheel…the wheel of a Mustang convertible!!!

And it wasn’t dad’s car either, it had driving school stickers and the “Auto Ecole” sign was precariously balanced on the windshield.

What’s the point of learning to drive on a sports car anyway? We were all doing 60-70 while he was stuck puttering along at 50 kph. I don’t even want to imagine the cost of insuring that thing.

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