I’ve just failed my driving test. Now you might be expecting a rant at the expense of a polyester encased examiner. But, no, twas entirely my own fault. My brain simply turned to mush. When the examiner has to point out that it might not be that great an idea to keep trying to set off with the handbrake on, it’s time to call a halt.
Given I could lop a couple of fingers off my left hand and still count on the remainder the number of times I’ve failed tests, exams and other such trials, I’m going to regard this entirely as a growth experience.
And try again. But not thrice. I follow WC Fields on this.
If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again. Then quit. There’s no point in being a damn fool about it.
Ah, never mind. All the best drivers failed first time.
Comment by Justin — December 5, 2005 @ 8:09 pm
I passed on my fifth test. But I’m a very safe driver now. As evidenced by the fact that I hold the high score on Bolling Road. ;)
Comment by Elvis_Himselvis — December 6, 2005 @ 12:29 am
Surely people don’t bother with driving tests these days? Just get yourself into a Vauxhall Nova with an extra wide exhaust and put your foot down.
Comment by The BaggedBear — December 6, 2005 @ 5:27 am
Too bad Berts – better luck next time!
Comment by King Cogidubnus — December 6, 2005 @ 9:48 am
Meh – why bother learning to drive? Just do what I did and move to London. Sorted.
Comment by Nosemonkey — December 6, 2005 @ 12:17 pm
Done London. I prefer the Dales. You want to buy a farm, you need to drive.
Comment by Bertie — December 6, 2005 @ 1:02 pm
Pesky handbrake. What use is it anyway? (Except for u-turns and burnouts in Novas with oversized exhausts obviously.) Better luck next time and stuff.
Comment by Garry — December 7, 2005 @ 2:06 pm