I have successfully completed my Compulsory Bike Test (CBT) and can now officially ride my bike, woohoo!

It really was good fun doing the required two hour road test in and around Wimbledon town centre; upon reflection the whole experience felt a total contrast to how isolated and uncomfortable I felt when doing the dozen or so car driving lessons all those years ago. Riding a bike felt good, and as much as it’s probably a cliche, I really felt the adrenaline begin to course through my veins as I zippped along at 30 miles per hour.

30 Mph might not sound all that fast, but at that speed the wind begins to howl against your body and you silently thank yourself for not choosing to wear the big MC Hammer style pantaloons which you have in storage from the 80’s, instead choosing to opt for the sensible pair of jeans.

Anyway, I’m glad I can finally dig the bike out of the garage and get out and about on the highway of desire (apologies, I couldn’t help but coin that pun after thinking Jimi Hendrix’s track ‘Ezy Rider’ in my head as I took off the silly ‘twat in training’ reflective bib that you have to wear).

You mark my words, I’ll be doing Steve McQueen style jumps over Nazi borders before you know it.  Take that kaiser you square headed ras claat!

These garments should NOT be considered sensible bikewear