Yesterday was a very important day, I was off to do my motorcycle test so I could ride the bigger bikes.
I woke up at 6am to make sure I didn’t get caught in any traffic jams. I had to be at my training centre for 9.10am and I didn’t want to be late for my last practice.
As usual when something important is happening I felt pretty sick when I got up. I made myself a cup of tea and started my checklist. The weather wasn’t looking very helpful, so I decided to take my waterproof trousers just in case.
Driving licence, CBT certificate, Theory certificate, helmet, gloves, armoured jacket and scarf. I was ready to head off. Half a mile later I turned round and headed back to the house. Picked up my waterproof trousers and started again.
I arrived at the centre at about quarter past eight in the morning. It was of course still locked up so I parked up at the gate and went over my show and tell questions. I even tried writing the answers in my notebook so I would remember them better but that is not comfortable in a car so the book was discarded pretty rapidly.
At last the instructor arrived, 20 minutes before I was supposed to be there so pretty early really. Unless of course you have been sitting killing time for the last quarter of an hour, just waiting for someone to arrive.
We got into the centre and first was the paperwork checks and then getting ready to go on the bike. I decided to put on my waterproof trousers. Although it wasn’t raining hard, I am under no illusions as to how quickly you get soaking when whizzing along on a bike.
Now fully kitted out and looking like Stan Laurel gone wrong with my baggy waterproofs, we headed to the bikes to practice for the Mod 1 test.
I was joined by Abigail who was also doing her Mod 1 test that morning.
We went through the test procedures and I of course stamped my foot on the ground as I tried to do the U turn. Considering I had managed 3 perfect U turns not 10 minutes before, I was less than impressed. Another couple of tries and I was back to getting them right. Time to head to the test centre.
Abigail was first out and whilst she was doing her test Alan my instructor and I chatted of things of no real consequence. That was until I asked him what time my Mod 2 test was booked for if I was lucky enough to pass the Mod 1. That was when I found out that there was no time as such, I was doing the tests back to back. I had assumed we would be going out and about on the roads for a practice for the second part of the test.
To say I was shocked is an understatement of epic proportions. Things had to be done, nicotine levels had to be brought back to an acceptable level. Clothing may have to be changed if the weather changed. If it got much warmer I was going to end up a greasy blob on the floor of the test centre.
Thankfully before I could worry much more, Abigail came back and received the news that she had passed.
Now it was my turn.