Yup, you read that right, fifteen-year-old-with-permit, be afraid. And have good insurance. 
I think for the most part Mum and Dad are okay with it; for the (general) part I'm not causing accidents, unless you could being clumsy-like-bella. I haven't banged into anyone. Yet. Though this IS the expression Mum has when she's gotta take me out.
And hey, speed is something we cross-country runners do.
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