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In an embarrassing display of primal male instinct, Betoota Heights teen Kyle Sharp (17) set out to enjoy the newfound freedom of getting his P’s.
His destination? The local Macca’s car park—a time-honored gathering place for suburban menaces to flex on others by revving their car engines and blasting shitty music.
Kyle had enjoyed many nights in the passenger seat of his older mate’s car, egging him on as he revved the engine of his 2004 Mitsubishi Lancer complete with turbo mods and an oversized subwoofer; mildly amusing girls and causing pensioners to contact Neighbourhood Watch.
But tonight it was finally Kyle’s turn.
There was just one minor setback. Kyle was driving his mum Trish’s 2012 Toyota Corolla Hatchback.
As Kyle set out for the Macca’s carpark, he spotted a group of girls from school.
Fuelled by testosterone, Kyle revved the engine, expecting a full-bodied roar that would assert his male dominance.
Instead, the Corolla let out a sensible mechanical sigh, all its modest 1.8L four-cylinder engine was capable of.
The girls looked at Kyle and the Corolla and laughed.
Realising the catastrophic miscalculation, Kyle thought blasting some music would help him save face. He attempted to connect his phone to the Bluetooth, not realising his mum’s Adele CD was already in the car.
As ‘Someone Like You’ by Adele started playing, the girls erupted in a cacophony of laughter.
Red-faced, Kyle drove home at a sensible 50km/h vowing to save up enough money for a second-hand Commodore.
