Police Life - Driver Licence Testing

Here's a photo of me flying an F18 jet fighter simulator. It's a little more complex than driving a motor vehicle, however, it would probably be an excellent idea to have simulators for learner drivers. (Let me know if you have seen any, I know they have them for mining machinery.)

Well before all the automated reverse-parking cams, warning beepers, road alignment sensors, and other fancy technology came along, I spent six months testing drivers every couple of weeks. It was a rostered duty, 8 am to 4 pm with driver testing the main objective.

It was a break from the business of evening and night shift attending pub fights, break and enters, domestic violence, missing teenage daughters, traffic incidents, and drink drivers etc. And it wasn't without a few good laughs, much needed in policing.

The Sexy Candidates

A couple of times in any week I was rostered, an attractive 17-18-year-old woman would roll up for her driving test with the shortest skirt, the loosest blouse, or loveliest nipples I had ever seen either visible or sticking through a tightly knit top.

As they got in their car, they would pull up their skirts exposing their young, smooth thighs and occasionally their underwear. Some of the braver ladies would tell me, "Dad told me if I wore a short skirt, I'd have a better chance of passing."

I was in my very early thirties and despite finding the conversation starters and lovely thighs arousing, I had a job to do and had to do it professionally. I rarely answered the braver ladies and managed to focus on their driving ability and not their ability to arouse me. I was also married and while I enjoyed admiring the beauty of these women, kept my focus where it should be.

Most passed. Not because of their physical appearance, but because they were able to safely control a vehicle and comply with the traffic rules.

The Idiots

These are the one or two people who were stupid enough to turn up for a driving test with a vehicle that was obviously defective. Tyres with hardly any tread pattern, parts of the body of the vehicle missing (under repair they'd say), handbrakes that didn't work, no horn, mirrors missing and a host of other defects.

They didn't get to do a licence test, but they did go home with a defect notice and one or more traffic infringement notices. As the vehicles were unroadworthy, they'd have to get them towed away.

Unbelievable.

The Scary

The scariest two incidents I had during my testing career involved a handbrake failure and an inability to stop a reversing automatic vehicle.

There weren't many hills where we tested, but one was very steep and we used it to test people doing a stop and start on a slope. It led to a T intersection.

I always taught my candidates to turn their front wheels slightly inward and select the first gear so that if something happened to the handbrake, or to move the vehicle, it wouldn't roll down the hill.

One day a young man who had been driving quite well drove up the hill, positioned the vehicle and was just about to turn the wheels inward and "snap!" The handbrake cable snapped and we began rolling backwards towards the T junction.

I yelled at him, "Apply the footbrake! Apply the footbrake!" and fortunately, he managed to stop the car across the intersection road without launching into the house directly behind us. We were both shaken by the incident and needed to get out of the way before traffic approached.

We managed to get back to what we were doing and I gave him his licence despite not having fully completed the handbrake start due to no fault of his. I gave him a defect notice without penalty to get the handrake cable replaced. 

The next case was with a woman driver in her 60-70s going for her first licence (see next topic). Automatic cars weren't as common then as they are now and she had one for her test. It should have been a breeze, but when we did a standard reversing street park, she reversed into the parking spot and then continued in a curve only to pull up in the middle of the road forming a 90 degree angle. Thank goodness there were no vehicles travelling at the time.

I had to decline issue of her driver's licence.

The Fails

Fails during my testing were rare, I can only recall two. One was the woman above and there was another woman in her later years whom I also failed because it would have been dangerous to let them loose on Queensland's roads.

The two women were about my mother's age and it pained me to fail them, however, safety is always the highest priority. Theirs and other road users.

Their stories were familiar. Each had lived on a nearby cane farm and their husbands had done all the driving since they had married. There had been no need for them to drive, but both were now widows and needed to be able to drive to attend appointments, go shopping and visit family.

At this late stage in their lives, they needed a driving licence more than ever.

When someone booked for a test, there was a six-week waiting period. However, I treated them as special cases and told them what they needed to practise and to call me when they felt competent to do a test and that even if I wasn't rostered on to do driver testing, I would do a test with them so they didn't have to wait and I also got them driving to the several key places they visited so that they were familiar with them.

Both improved their driving and managed to pass within a few weeks.

There are some things police officers can't ignore but I and most of the police with whom I worked always exercised compassion when it was called for and endeavoured to be fair and reasonable.

Robin

Police Life - Introduction

During my work life, I spent around 14 years in policing. I often say I was a police officer until I came good, however, I have great respect for police and the very difficult, often dangerous job they do.

I started my policing career in the Royal Australian Air Force (RAAF) where I was a service policeman.

After discharge from the RAAF, I joined the Tasmania Police where I spent the next two years and only left because the woman of my life came from Queensland and didn't envisage living in Tasmania after we got married. When you have found a "keeper" you do what you can to keep her and to date, it's lasted 48 years. In retrospect, my choice of life-partner was an excellent one as my wife is almost perfect and I often wondered whether I was the less perfect in our relationship.

When we got married I joined the Queensland Police Force (QPF) (and spent about a decade).

The Tasmania Police during the short time I worked there was a slick, well-disciplined operation and later, I often regretted leaving. The QPF by comparison when I joined was a Keystone Cops outfit but Commissioner Ray Whitrod was doing his best to change it into a top-rate policing agency.

Large numbers of the senior staff had severe alcoholic problems and more than enough were subsequently incompetent or disinterested enough not to give a shit about much that happened. Levels of literacy among older officers was often below par.

Promotion by seniority meant that the incompetent and disinterested alcoholics only had to last the distance to get into the higher echelons. A certain recipe for failure that ensured a police force operating at minimal efficiency and effectiveness.

It didn't help that Queensland had a Bjelke Petersen government that had been in power for decades. Neither did it help that Commissioner Whitrod had not come from the ranks of the QPF and was resented by many of the long-term officers.

Despite considerable difficulties from both the government, the Police Union and some senior staff, Whitrod managed to make a considerable number of positive changes.

One of Commissioner Whitrod's innovations was to encourage a better educated police force by ensuring promotion from constable first class to senior constable after seven years instead of about 10. One had to have a Senior English pass and complete several subjects in a TAFE Police Arts and Science Course. 

At the bottom of the seniority ladder, I needed the job, liked my colleagues and had a wife and two young children to feed, clothe and house. As my first-born was hearing impaired, my wife, a registered nurse/midwife, didn't work so she could care for him, so finances were a balancing act for quite a few years on one salary.

We survived from one pay to the next and I worked as much overtime as I could while also studying for adult matriculation and later, a degree.

One of Commissioner Whitrod's innovations was to encourage a better educated police force by ensuring promotion from constable first class to senior constable after seven years instead of about 10. One had to have a Senior English pass and complete several subjects in a TAFE Police Arts and Science Course. 

I liked policing. I felt as though I was doing some good protecting and serving the Queensland community. I liked my colleagues and looked forward to going to work. The drunken senior sergeants and othes were just something one had to cope with.

Among the many personal skills and attributes police officer need are resilience to deal with stupid people and an excellent sense of humour.

In following posts I'll tell you about some of the interesting people I met and the humorous events that kept us sane while serving you, our community.

Robin