...my arse. I just about managed 'many' weeks. Two to be precise. Very precise, actually.
I fully expected my instructor to ring up and cancel my
Pass Plus course (I'm after cheaper insurance) yesterday, but he didn't, and by 1pm we were bombing about on the motorway. By 2:30pm some twat had driven into the back of us at a roundabout.
Luckily, it was my instructor's car and obviously the fault of the goon that hit us, but it was still a pain in the neck. Speaking of which, how much do you get for whiplash claims these days?