RIDING SHOTGUN
> A CAUTIONARY TALE OF YOUTH THAT BRINGS NEW MEANING TO THE TERM ‘GUNNING IT’
THERE’S a sweet spot in your teen years where you’re legally old enough to hold a driver’s licence but not to drink in pubs and clubs. I was at this point in life at the turn of the 1990s. My friends and I would pile into cars on a Friday or Saturday night and hang out at the Mobil servo at The Gap in north-west Brisbane. Or maybe we’d shoot a bit further out to Samford or Mount Nebo, where blaring music and a
