I had to retake my Compulsory Bike Test (CBT) again today because my current 2 year certificate runs out in a couple of days; it’s quite weird to think that I have been riding motorbikes for that length of time……….aside from the couple of months I have spent on crutches obviously. Very bizzare.
Seems like only yesterday that I passed my first CBT and ended up going down to Brighton with my mate Alan and his friend Scott the weekend afterwards.
Due to the experience that I have gained over the last two years; I was able to take the experienced CBT test which consists of a few manouvers in the off road test area and then out on a compulsory 2 hour road test.
The whole thing was straight forward enough I suppose; aside from the occasional bend and corner, fnar fnar…………..I arrived home with my new certificate and some constructive tips on how to improve my road positioning and general approach to riding.
I greatly look forward to the coming months where Mr Sunshine will hopefully make an appearance so that I can pop down to the coast and encourage my skin to become a colour more befitting my surname!
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