Pedal to the metal

IT'S not something I'm proud of ... but I've just had my first brush with the Aussie law.

Well... it WAS teatime. And we WERE hungry. And it WAS getting late down at the beach. The sound of bellies rumbling over-shadowed anything the waves crashing to shore could muster up with so I went out. Alone. Looking for food. In the car.
The car with a 4-litre engine. The car I've driven just a handful of times and the car in which I'm still learning how to master the cruise control and automatic transmission.

And the rest is history. I'd merely pulled out of the car park and onto the West Nepean Highway, just a stone's throw from our beach spot when ... ZAP. He got me. On his radar. Clocking in at 73km, when I should have been doing 50, in the car. The car with the 4-litre engine. The car that I've driven a handful of times. And the car in which I'm still learning how to master the cruise control and automatic transmission.

So, just over a month into my new life and I have become a statistic. I have to cough up $142 within six weeks and have just one single point put on my still-UK driving licence. Not sure how exactly that will be applied but for now, I'm not worried.

Playing on my last ounce of charm, I pointed out to the officer that I would need a job before I could pay off any such fine and he went on to tell me about the vacancies that were coming up in the local police department. So now, I'm busy getting my CV ... er .... sorry .... resume .... in order before pushing it through the letterboxes of every cop shop in Victoria.

Here's hoping my very black cloud has an extremely silver lining...