Some years ago, I decided that it would be a nice thing to be able to drive a motorcycle. So I got a few lessons, did the theory, and sat the test.
Which I proceeded to fail.
I figured that first time was a fluke, and booked again. However, at the time, the DVTA was in the middle of a bit of a strike, so I got allocated to a test centre miles from Belfast. Where I proceeded to turn to to.
They didn’t accept the paperwork, and I didn’t do the test.
This was starting to get annoying, but I persevered. And booked another test, in Belfast again. And did it on a strange bike.
I failed. Again.
At this point, I’ll confess that I lost the head a bit, decided to pretend it never happened, and never speak of it again. I let the theory certificate lapse, and moved on.
Then a couple of months ago, I thought about it again, booked a few more lessons, did the theory again, and booked another test. For this morning.
I’m happy (and more than a bit relieved) to say that this time, I passed. Which was nice.
Now to leave that part of my licence unused for two years, until all the restrictions are but a distant memory…
Actually, now to await the attendance of some people from the insurance company to see about the scorch damage. But that’s not totally relevant…