I was seventeen. My brand-spanking-new driving licence had been clutched in my hand for only three weeks.
I was driving through the gates at the Shelly Bay air force base that's right on the coastline here in Wellington. It's a through road for the public.
A sign announced something to the effect of 'Speed Bump Ahead".
I read it as "Speed. Bump Ahead". Notice the subtle difference?
I raced toward that bump like a Le Mans rally driver. My father's car took to the air. I landed with a loud crash! Thank heavens the car was intact. My nerves certainly weren't.
I notice, nowadays, there are signs everywhere that say "Slow down. Speed bumps ahead". Even at Shelly Bay. Good thing, too. Precious young teens in a funk with so much Road Code clutter in their heads might not be able to cope.