Also I think that people who have at least a high school education are more aware of ways to lower their insurance rates by taking driver's safety courses every two years. These do refresh the mind as to being a good driver.
In Battle Creek, Michigan (and throughout the state) when I was going to high school in the stone age (1973) Driver's ed was a required high school course, for which you even got credit for toward graduation. You could take it in the winter after regular classes or take it in the summer. You had to take it before you turned 16 (or moved on to 11th grade) and it was taught by school teachers and the cars (with a brake on each side) were provided by a local car dealership. I already knew how to drive from my father and brother-in-law, but I got my formal driver's education in a really cool, 1972, baby blue Mercury Cougar RX-7, with a dark blue partial vinyl top! It was beautiful!
You could not get a learners permit from the local DMV unless you had a certificate of completion of the course from your high school. Six months after your learners permit (which meant you had to have a licensed driver over the age of 21 in the car when you drove) you got your license.
You show up, pass the very simple written test (with the handy guide books that can study) and take a few minute drive with a state employee who really doesn't give much of a shit if you can drive or not. Pay your money, get your license.
So high school dropouts get killed in car crashes at the rate of 7.5 deaths per 100 million miles. And high school graduates get killed at the rate of 2.5 per 100 million miles.
Is any of this statistically significant ? The implication is that it is, but I have my doubts.
I was going to say that short people are killed more often than tall people. Cars are constructed so as to fit "everybody". Sure, I can adjust the seat, and sit on cushions, and I do, but in order to reach the pedals properly, the steering wheel is embedded in my chest. Should I ever have a wreck strong enough to deploy the air bag, it will kill me, not necessarily the wreck itself.
According to the new child safety seat standards, I would have been a sophomore in high school before I could legally get out of a car seat. That would have been just real cool, to be a freshman, and using a car seat! NOT.
The world is, apparently, getting bigger, but I stopped growing, (up), a long time ago- (I seem to have no problem growing out.) My shoe size has been a 5-5 1/2 all my adult life, and now, the only place to find them is the children's department. I am very glad that I hung on to all my old disco shoes-- the ones with the big heels. At least I still have some heels that I can wear, and they're all back in style.
Then again, how many stories have you heard where some uneducated POS gets drunk, runs a stop sign, kills a family and a couple of his passengers, but survives himself.
Causation... correlation...
...or coincidence of two unrelated data points
Or a testimonial to the value of driver's education programs
I think it's drivers ed.
Also I think that people who have at least a high school education are more aware of ways to lower their insurance rates by taking driver's safety courses every two years. These do refresh the mind as to being a good driver.
Not pursuing and obtaining education,is a riskier proposition than doing so.
I dunno.
The interesting thing about a graphic like this is the thinking that it provokes. I don't think there's any one "right" explanation.
Yeah.
I wonderedif anyone was going to mention just how sad it is , and how sad it isthat there'sa graph for it.
In Battle Creek, Michigan (and throughout the state) when I was going to high school in the stone age (1973) Driver's ed was a required high school course, for which you even got credit for toward graduation. You could take it in the winter after regular classes or take it in the summer. You had to take it before you turned 16 (or moved on to 11th grade) and it was taught by school teachers and the cars (with a brake on each side) were provided by a local car dealership. I already knew how to drive from my father and brother-in-law, but I got my formal driver's education in a really cool, 1972, baby blue Mercury Cougar RX-7, with a dark blue partial vinyl top! It was beautiful!
You could not get a learners permit from the local DMV unless you had a certificate of completion of the course from your high school. Six months after your learners permit (which meant you had to have a licensed driver over the age of 21 in the car when you drove) you got your license.
You show up, pass the very simple written test (with the handy guide books that can study) and take a few minute drive with a state employee who really doesn't give much of a shit if you can drive or not. Pay your money, get your license.
So high school dropouts get killed in car crashes at the rate of 7.5 deaths per 100 million miles. And high school graduates get killed at the rate of 2.5 per 100 million miles.
Is any of this statistically significant ? The implication is that it is, but I have my doubts.
These are not statistical extrapolations. They are history.
7.5 is three times 2.5. Is that significant?
That last paragraph of my post was meant to be what I have seen in some other states.
When talking about deaths, of course it's significant.
Interesting concept!
I was going to say that short people are killed more often than tall people. Cars are constructed so as to fit "everybody". Sure, I can adjust the seat, and sit on cushions, and I do, but in order to reach the pedals properly, the steering wheel is embedded in my chest. Should I ever have a wreck strong enough to deploy the air bag, it will kill me, not necessarily the wreck itself.
According to the new child safety seat standards, I would have been a sophomore in high school before I could legally get out of a car seat. That would have been just real cool, to be a freshman, and using a car seat! NOT.
The world is, apparently, getting bigger, but I stopped growing, (up), a long time ago- (I seem to have no problem growing out.) My shoe size has been a 5-5 1/2 all my adult life, and now, the only place to find them is the children's department. I am very glad that I hung on to all my old disco shoes-- the ones with the big heels. At least I still have some heels that I can wear, and they're all back in style.
I think you have a valid point. I also think that high school drop outs also may be more addicted to risky behavior, in general.