In fact all went perfectly until we got to the swerve. Baggy hadn't gone quickly enough. The Examiner said, "Right, you weren't quite quick enough, so have another go". "Okay". "Remember that I said 'quite'", "Okay". You are allowed only two attempts, so get it wrong a second time and it's an instant fail. Repeat performance. Baggy rode back out and parked her bike. She went in to see the Examiner. "Well done you passed". Phew.
Facebook Status (2/10/13): "So Phase 3 of 'Become a hairy' proved to be a little pesky! BUT it is now complete. I passed the Module 1 Test this morning. Oh yay and beep beep".
Calum and I were off on a holiday to Wales the next day, so I was very happy to be going away with a few more beard hairs wafting in the Welsh breeze. When we got back it was time for Baggy to do her Module 2 Test. The one out on the roads. It was a very early start for Baggy. She had to leave home at 6.00am. It was a really foggy day. Usually students have an hour long lesson on the way to the test. Baggy had said that she didn't want one, as she would rather just ride there and save her energy for the Test. She had a completely different Instructor to escort her this time. He was an Advanced Instructor who instructed the police bikers. Baggy didn't even want to lead, but she did at his insistence. The traffic was rush hour heavy traffic and by the time they were half-way there it was even thicker fog (it's a good thirty-minute plus ride) and Baggy couldn't see much through her misted visor, but she was scared to wipe it in case she made it worse.Then the Instructor told her to pull over in the next lay-by near a pub. "Oh dear", thought Freda Fretter "what's wrong?" It turned out that as we had time to spare (because Baggy didn't want a lesson), he was stopping to buy Baggy a coffee. Lovely. And breathe. "I just wanted to say, that if you ride like you have been doing you will sail through", "Awww, thank you", "No, seriously, it's like being out on a ride with my mates. If I didn't know differently I'd think that you were an off-duty police officer". Wow! Well that shut Freda Fretter up and gave Baggy a boost. "Thank you. Urm, how do I clear my visor of fog?".
When Baggy checked in at the Test Centre there were three Examiners on duty. Baggy crossed her fingers. She was rewarded. Amazingly, Baggy got the same chap once again. She was so nervous, but by the time she went outside for her test, the fog had cleared. She set off. So nervous. Shaking like a little (well, no) a big leaf. Hearing her Instructor in her head. Shoulder check. Indicate. Move off etc. The Examiner told Baggy which way to go. She was concentrating so hard on what she was doing that she thought she'd gone the wrong way at the very first junction. She hadn't. Baggy headed off straight on to country roads, so was immediately whizzing off at 60mph. The test went by in a blur. She went completely the wrong way at one roundabout; one of the worse ones in Ipswich! She should have avoided it altogether if she'd been paying attention. But fortunately you don't fail for going the wrong way. Phew! Baggy got back to the Centre around fifty minutes later and followed the Examiner back in. He sat Baggy down. Breath held. "I'm delighted to tell you that you've passed. You only had two minors". Baggy kissed the Examiner! Not sure how horrified he was!
Facebook Status (18/10/13): "I can feel the beard sprouting as I type. I passed my Module 2 Test this morning. So it's official, I am now a HAIRY BIKER. With huge thanks to Ipswich Rider Training. I am seriously chuffed".
Baggy is a Hairy Biker Hen........

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