Only
minutes earlier, in the same street not far away, 16 year-old Bruce, was
sitting behind the steering wheel of his father's early model Holden. It
was Bruce's first time ever, driving on the road, after obtaining his
learner's permit on the third attempt.
His
dad had the idea to give Bruce a short drive - to get the feel of the
car, before his driving lesson with a professional instructor the next
day. It was bad decision.
Sunday
morning seemed a good time. "There's not much traffic around,"
his dad had suggested. Traffic or not, it was to be a short
driving lesson. It would last about ten minutes and cover 550 meters of
road.
The
next morning, getting ready to leave for work, I was listening to the
radio news. My job as driving instructor, made me take special note of
what I heard: "A child had been killed by a learner driver in
Ethelton ...
Not
again, I thought! What a tragedy! During my career I had heard of other
incidents, where learners were responsible for road deaths. Over the
years, gaining experience in driver education, I had developed a passion
for teaching safe driving.
I
always had strong ideas and was forever suggesting things to government
officials and my employer, the Royal Automobile Association, who would
have been well positioned to lobby the Government to implement some of
these ideas.
Long
ago I had felt that Australia's young people were learning to pass a
driving test, not how to safely manage heavy traffic, negotiate
country roads or drive in adverse conditions. I had expressed many times
that learners should not be allowed on the road in vehicles without
dual controls.
At
least for the first few lessons all learner drivers should start the
safest way: with a professional instructor, not an uncle, mother, father
or friend. What other profession allows any amateur to teach their
subject without proper qualification?
That
Monday, checking my appointment book, I had a new student - Bruce of
Ethelton. Soon after meeting him, Bruce gave me the impression he was a
little backward.
Before
we commenced the lesson, I casually mentioned, if he had heard of the
accident in his street the day before.
Bruce
gave me a funny look: "That was me", he said. "How is the
child?" It suddenly dawned on me, he not only was the death
driver, he did not even know that he actually had killed the child.
It had been kept from him.