I failed my first driver's test. The first thing the examiner did was yell at me because one of my tail-lights wasn't regulation. (Dad had fixed it with duct tape, and been pulled over twice for various things in the meantime, and none of the cops had ever said anything about it.) So then she said she'd let me take the test with it this time, but next time, I'd better be in a proper car.

"Next time".

Yeah.

(I failed the second time, too, but I maintain this was the county's fault: we took the test on a closed course, and the the course made a 90-degree turn - just the one road turning, no crossroads or anything - and I failed for not using my turn signal there. Whatever. Apparently they were testing us on knowing what to do on that course, not actual driving-in-traffic ability.)