Another driving test story
I was doing so well, I'd only racked up 1 minor for having to make a second attempt at a parallel park (but realising just short of a kerb tap). Then we came up to a new roundabout that was still being built. "Take the 2nd Exit". OK, well the first exit was completely blocked off by a construction site fence, so in my mind, that is no longer an exit, infact, with only 3 exits on the whole roundabout, the second exit to me is in fact the one I am just coming out from. So I pass the construction site, and as I am passing what I had thought was the *real* first exit, a flicker of thought came into my head. That *IS* the second exit! SHIT! Think on your toes DavyBoy, what to do?! GO FOR IT! And so I swing the car into the exit, going more into the oncoming traffic lane than my own.

I knew I had failed, but we still had to drive back to the centre. Which to be fair was some of my best driving on the way back. The car park at the centre on a slope was my final undoing. Stalling the car 4 times getting into a fucking parking space, and after the fourth attempt, the way I had been told to leave it looked more like a rape victim, than a proper park, my arse hanging out in the car park, all a kilter!
I passed my second test with only a couple of minors. And the test I had in the states was just a piece of piss!
( DavyBoyInGravyJoy Grey Goose Vodka on Ice, nothing finer, Sun 7 Jan 2007, 15:36, Reply)