Imagine your parents just bought a new car and your favorite rock group is in town. You ask to use the new car so that you can take some of your friends to the concert. What would your parents say? Would you have a conversation like the following?
"I don't care if it's your favorite rock group. You don't know enough about driving."
"But Dad, I've had my license two whole months!"
"All you did was memorize a bunch of facts to get your license."
"Yes, and now I know all about the law."
"Traffic laws, maybe. But what about natural laws—speed and stopping distance?"
"That's easy, the speed limits are all posted."
"I don't want you anywhere near the speed limit."
"Okay, now can I have the car?"
"No. You don't know about your response time and following distance. And what about curves; when should you slow down?"
"The yellow signs tell you what to do on the curves."
"You need to know more than that. What about a yellow light? What does it mean?"
"Step on it?"
"See what I mean, you're not ready to drive."
"It was a joke, Dad."
"Driving is no joke. What if you have an accident? What then? What if your friends distract you?"
"I don't plan on having an accident; besides, I'll always wear my seat belt."
"No one plans on an accident—that's why they're called accidents!"
"But Dad, I have my license."
"No buts."
"You just don't love me."