American "Highway Code"

When I crawled ashore in 1984 on an unmarked beach in San Antonio, first thing I asked was for copy of the local Highway Code so I could drive my ma-in-law's vast Chevy. No such thing, I was told.

Same thing when I took my test again in Bawston Mass so I could mingle with the Hahvard grads round Quincy.

Can't remember what happened in WA state. I probably just slipped the Paulsbo lady a fiver and that was it.

But there *is* a sort of page and, for all my pals prepared to bear the new security assault course and head west to make their fortune, it's here.

Safe driving.