I learned to ride in the antediluvian ages when the test involved 2 trips around the block and an emergency stop. Unfortunately I never took my test, relying on the relatively lax power/capacity limits required for a learner. I think the most powerful bike I had was a Susuki GT 185 (2 Stroke) which I accidentally wheeled onto a busy roundabout by inadvertently raving the engine and dropping the clutch - happy days. I survived all that but an early family and responsibilities put a stop to riding until 1996 when, on a whim, my mate and I signed up for a crash course (unfortunate term really) culminating in the slightly more difficult test. I've seriously never, ever been so nervous in my life - even taking my flying test which, after all, could have been fatal :-). This involved being followed around by the examiner communicating via a radio and crappy earpiece. Having turned out of the test centre, all I heard was a scrambled, scratch, insect like screech, and the examiner disappeared down a left turn as I carelessly barrelled on. I stopped, ran back, got a blocking and sorted the radio. I then had to do an uphill U turn in a narrow road - which amazingly more by luck than judgement I pulled off without foot down, crashing or ending up in some grannies back garden. Anyhow, now pretty sure I'd cocked up and failed, the rest of the whole thing was easier and incredibly he passed me - even happier days!
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