Fully flegded motorscootercycle type person
I arrived at the test centre and parked my bike.
In the wrong place.
Almost immediately I was unceremoniously accosted by a chap (who turned out to be my examiner, oh good) who demanded I move it right away.
Having annoyed the examiner before I had even arrived I seemed determined to carry my form through to the test itself. I turned out onto the main road and within five seconds was doing 40mph in a 30. I then almost fell off the bike during the u-turn manouver, hit the horn by accident when wheeling the bike along the road by hand, almost crashed head-on with a learner driver at a crossroads, failed to give way to oncoming traffic at a junction and then just towards the end of the test lost radio contact with the examiner. Having heard nothing over the ear-piece for several minutes, I watched in my mirrors as he turned one way and I kept on going. It was a good few minutes and a number of miles more before I was able to turn around and I eventually ended up back at the test centre some ten minutes after him. I seriously considered revving the bike up, leaping a line of articulated lorries and landing through a ring of fire just to cap the afternoon off.
Extraordinarily, I passed.
I tell you, they'll give anyone a licence these days.
In the wrong place.
Almost immediately I was unceremoniously accosted by a chap (who turned out to be my examiner, oh good) who demanded I move it right away.
Having annoyed the examiner before I had even arrived I seemed determined to carry my form through to the test itself. I turned out onto the main road and within five seconds was doing 40mph in a 30. I then almost fell off the bike during the u-turn manouver, hit the horn by accident when wheeling the bike along the road by hand, almost crashed head-on with a learner driver at a crossroads, failed to give way to oncoming traffic at a junction and then just towards the end of the test lost radio contact with the examiner. Having heard nothing over the ear-piece for several minutes, I watched in my mirrors as he turned one way and I kept on going. It was a good few minutes and a number of miles more before I was able to turn around and I eventually ended up back at the test centre some ten minutes after him. I seriously considered revving the bike up, leaping a line of articulated lorries and landing through a ring of fire just to cap the afternoon off.
Extraordinarily, I passed.
I tell you, they'll give anyone a licence these days.