For the past century, the greatest ticket to freedom for every teenager in the suburbs was a driver’s license. After a lifetime of being chained to your parents—chauffeured around from school to practice to the homes of friends—there is no feeling more adult than the first time you take a car out alone. The next stage of your life has finally arrived, and you are barreling through it at 75 miles per hour.
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