At the grand old age of 23, I am now a fully legal driver. Call me Michael Schumacher. The test seemed touch and go from the start, with my examiner, Chris, having the face of a convicted Mongolian murderer, and the temperament of an Irish drunk thats just finished his last bottle of Gin. After a couple of slightly dodgy maneuvers I was convinced i'd failed, but after schreeching to a stop at the end, murderer told me in grating tones that I had indeed passed. Joy! No more waiting at bus stops like a numpty, no more wishing I could go long distances without sitting on a train so crowded it's like an Indian mainliner.
Even my dads old 1.6L diesel Mondeo looks like a McClaren F1 at the moment.
I am one happy man!
Even my dads old 1.6L diesel Mondeo looks like a McClaren F1 at the moment.
I am one happy man!
