He said, "Get in". I got in, and the old bloke got in, and he drove around the town, and there was a top, there was a bit of an uphill area, and he told me to drive up there. So I <should> go up there, stop in the middle of the hill, and to start off again. So, the damn handbrake didn't work properly. So I pulled the handbrake, and it started to roll back! Ai, Ai! Anyhow. I said, "The handbrakes must be crooked!" So we, finally I got started, lift it off, then I went in the front of the picture show. There were, sort of a parking area, and he said, "Go into that parking area". And there were a few cars there, there was a bit of a gap between some cars, and he said to me, "Pull up, in the front of those cars". But, I never knew what "pull up" means. I thought he meant, to, you know, to pull in, to drive in between the two cars, that wouldn't be more than two inches on each side! So I started to creep in slowly, and he was jumping next to me, he said, "You break everything! Stop! Stop!" When he said "stop" I knew what he meant there. "Pull up" I didn't understand. And I said to him, "What is "Pull up"?" And he said, "Stop". Oooohh. But I was already half way in, and I said, "Now, back out." And he said, "Be careful! Because you'll hit the side!" So anyhow, I sort of juggled it out slowly, and went back to the police station. Luckily he didn't ask after the licensed driver any more. And I went inside, and he went through the book with me, but I knew the book by heart. Doesn't matter what question he throw at me, I had it. So he said to me, "You seem to be alright with the book." I said, "Yes". So, he gave me the license, and that was it. So, Les turned up later, and we went home. That was the solution for the driving.

There was all the blokes, the cook in the camp was an army cook! An old bloke, he used to cook for the army somewhere. And on Monday morning we never had breakfast because he was never there. Mr Lynch, the line inspector, he had to go and pick him up somewhere in the hotel, he was always drunk. So Monday morning we got used to, without breakfast, and sort of a short lunch, he was there by teatime anyhow.

And after a few months there was a lot of married ones; most of them had families in the migration camp at Cowra, their wives were there and their families, and there was about one, two, three, four, five, six or seven Australians in the camp - they used to go home on the weekend. They were from Young or from some surrounding area. There was only about six of us left in the camp, all single. There was me, and Augi and Henry, the two brothers, Paul, the Hungarian, and the two Czechoslovakians, and one Italian. So we were left in the camp. And the problem it was, once we started to work on that Cootamundra side of Young, all the blokes were  drinking, pubs were closing at six o'clock, so we stopped at four as we came into Young, whoops, all the blokes were racing into the hotels! And they were there 'til the hotels closed. But there was four of us, that we didn't drink, there was me, Augi, Paul, and Yanek. So, they was <Czechoslovakians?>, so we wanted to go home, but none of us had a driver's license, so we couldn't go home. We had to hang around at Young and wait until the other blokes finished with their drinking so we can come home. Four miles was too far to walk.

Anyhow, on the weekend, after a few months, I said we've got to change these things, it can't go on like this. The trucks were all in the camp area, on the camp property. It was a big, large paddocks. And all the blokes were gone, and because those days the trucks didn't have keys to start them, they just had a button to push and off they start. So me, and Augi, we started to get into the trucks, starting them, and started to learn how to drive around the paddocks. And it wasn't long, about a month, we were ready to go, on the road, slowly. And after, I said to the line inspector, because they were all drinking, "We want to take a truck home." He said, "Nobody's got a license." I said, "Nah, yes, we can drive." "Alright", he said, "be careful." So I was taking the truck home and the four of us went to come home. And that was going on for about two or three months. And then Mr Lynch said to me, "Michael", he said, "I think you better make the license, because I won't be able to cover you, if anything happens". So I said, "Alright".

So, we went into Young and he said to me, "I'll leave the…" he was driving a big American Ford utility. He said. "I'll leave the utility here, and you get your papers and everything ready". And in the meantime I got the books to learn everything, and he said, "You go up to the police station, and they'll make you a license". Alright. So I said, 'Alright, I will". And Les, that was the bulldozer driver, he said, "He's going to come, and he'll go with you." Les went to the pub before he came. I was waiting there about half an hour, an hour. Les didn't come. I said, "Shit, I'm going to go by myself". <chuckle> I got into the bloody <utility>, I drove up to the police station, and said I wanted to make a license. Anyhow, the old copper come out, and he said, "Where is the licensed driver?" "Oooh!", I thought to myself, "shit, that doesn't look good". I said, "He went to get a cigarettes, he won't be long". He said "Alright".