MY TWO CENTS: Sticker shock
ByThe entrance to the Garden State Parkway South is maybe less than a half mile down Route 66 from the Asbury Park Press building in Neptune.
Because it is on the right side of the road, I was in the right lane, my turn signal on.
I was about to turn right onto the entrance ramp, when I noticed the car in the “fast” lane to my left, barely a car length ahead of me, beginning to slow down.
Call it ESP or women’s intuition, but I had a feeling the driver was going to make a sudden right and cross over my lane, cutting me off to take the exit.
I was correct.
Thank goodness my reflexes are still pretty fast. I slowed down and nearly stopped, leaving about two feet between the front of my car and the backside of the other vehicle. As I followed it down around the ramp and into the right lane of the Garden State Parkway, I noticed the bright red sticker on the license plate. It was one of the stickers that permit or probationary license holders younger than 21 are now required to display.
As I moved into the left lane and passed the car, I saw the driver, a pretty young thing in pigtails looking like a deer in the headlights. As I left her in my dust, she was still hesitating about pulling out into the left lane, as I had, to avoid being forced to take the next exit just a few feet ahead. I wonder if she ever made it.
The red stickers are a requirement of Kyleigh’s Law, named after a teen who was killed in a 2006 crash. The law requires any permit or probationary license holder younger than 21 to stick red removable decals to the license plates of the car they drive.
There is a fine of about $100 if they don’t purchase the stickers (they cost $4) and put them on their cars.
When I first heard about the mandated stickers a couple of months ago, I thought they were a bit excessive. I had forgotten about the time, when I was 17, trying to maneuver “Splish-Splash,” my 1949 red Buick convertible with a straight 8 cylinder engine and “Dynaflow” out of Ronda Carlough’s driveway in Ridgewood, and ripping the hose faucett off the side of her house. The car was a decade old and didn’t have power steering, but it was all I could afford.
The Garden State Parkway was under construction at the time and nobody could ever have imagined that the main flow of traffic eventually would be averaging 80 mph. I think if I were 16 or 17, I’d be pretty nervous about trying to jump into a lane of vehicles moving that fast.
Now that I have had my first experience with a young “stickered” driver, I realize that the stickers are not just required so that police can “target” inexperienced drivers who aren’t obeying traffic rules or have too many passengers in the car or are text-messaging their friends. The stickers also are there to warn veteran drivers like myself that the operator of the other vehicle might possibly do something erratic and impulsive — such as pull across two lanes — and therefore to give it some extra room.
I’m glad I did. Getting into a crash is not a good way to get your kicks on Route 66.
(Originally posted on www.app.com)

Agree with this mom. When I see the decals, I drive with caution and understanding knowing a new driver is behind the wheel.