“I can do this, just ride safely for 40 minutes and that will be it”. I left the test centre and made my way towards the main road. The examiner following behind and giving instructions over the two-way radio. “At the end of the road turn right”. I got to the end of the road, already wet and my glasses were steaming up. That’s the problem if you wear glasses and wear a full face helmet. If the visor is closed you steam up, if it’s open, you get rain on your glasses and can’t see anyway. I gave way at the junction, the main road was fairly quiet, “must remember the pedestrian crossing outside Kwiksave”.
I pulled out onto the main road and towards the crossing. I was being extra careful, the road was greasy and you don’t really get sticky tyres on a Suzuki GS125. You do, however, get a gear indicator though, wicked.
About a hundred yards before the crossing I met the old dear playing chicken. “Shit”, if I hit her I will fail, if I brake too hard and slide off I will fail. At least if I hit her and fail I will have had some payback. Option three, sound the horn and try to swerve around her, she stopped dead in her tracks, like a rabbit caught in the headlights. I managed to avoid a collision and the old dear made it to Kwiksave, unharmed, for her packet of Rich Tea and her incontinence pads.