Twas The Night Before The Driving Test....

sing_dumb

And you were afraid that the chronic, nerves-induced vomitting and "scutters", would actuallly prevent you from doing "THE" test!!! You were not even sure that you could find the Test Centre, un-accompanied, by a Garda escort. Would you make it through the 40-50mins of driving test hell, without your Mammy beside you? What does a continous white line, flanked by a broken white line mean??? Where do you slap in the oil or water? What's an engine? Jazus, what's a car...a road...a roundabout....how do you get your car up a steep hill...AGHHHHHHHHHHHH

Then you wake up, and numbly ...you eat your Cornflakes...and leave two hours before your test time...for the 25min journey to the Test Centre. You mother is on her knees...praying to Padre Pio...as you tearfully leave. You tell yourself to "get bleedin real"... coz' you can drive feckin blindfolded, on the test route. After all, you've done a zillion lessons, costing a zillion euro, and burned a zillion gallons of petrol practising and doing a zillion Pre-tests!!!

Ok, so what, you've failed once before, but there was that mad oul wan, on her bike, who spoiled your hill start, and that kid who wrecked your "turnabout", and...and...and...

Then...your name is called. You answer your Car ops questions...demonstrate your extensive knowledge of the under-bonnet works. All is perfect...and the whole 40mins of the driving test...feels like ten hours of open-heart surgery!!! Jazus...you should/could.. have done it closer...neater...easier...in a a higher gear...or checked the mirrors more...observed better...reacted faster....You just know...you've made a total dog's dinner of it.

Then...eventually you finally park...(eh...correctly) sweat-drenched...back in the Driving Test Centre. The Tester says..."please follow me inside", and hands you a long, long form...and says..."please sign this". While you are fumbling for a biro...and trying to think what will you tell the many people who will ask why you failed...SUDDENLY...you notice the words...COMPETANT TO DRIVE. Sweet Lord Jesus...you have PASSED. You actually have PASSED!!! And..the Tester says..."You should observe more.....blah blah...But you have.... Passed...!!! Ah, who Cares, at that stage??

It's GREAT!!!

mrs munch 2000

ROTFL!!
Well done Sing Dumb - please god that will be me tomorrow!

Wishbone Ash

sing_dumb wrote: »

Passed...!!! Ah, who Cares, at that stage?

That's when the learning really begins!

Saint_Mel

That post pretty much nailed my test day

Back in the office examiner telling me the list of mistakes I made ... before telling me that I'd passed. I was so sure I failed I was half way home when it sunk in that he'd passed me!!!

I think I got sympathy marks as on about 5 occasions people ran out in front of me and there was some construction work going on along the route.

Rang my instructor to tell him the news ... his reaction was "Your fcukin joking me" ... think he hoped for a bit more cash from lessons

Wishbone Ash

Saint_Mel wrote: »

Back in the office instructor telling me the list of mistakes I made

Presumably you meant the 'examiner'!

Saint_Mel

Wishbone Ash wrote: »

Presumably you meant the 'examiner'!

Doh, yep, edited now

Alanstrainor

mrs munch 2000 wrote: »

ROTFL!!
Well done Sing Dumb - please god that will be me tomorrow!

Good luck!

Danbo!

sing_dumb wrote: »

You actually have PASSED!!! And..the Tester says..."You should observe more.....blah blah...But you have.... Passed...!!! Ah, who Cares, at that stage??

It's GREAT!!!

Ha youve nailed my test day right there, i think for most its the same day...

Just to finish your story if you don't mind... You've passed, you wonder why you were so nervous before hand. Out to the car park, whip off those bloody L plates that have been annoying you for so long (i know i know, your not supposed to yet) Hop in the car, wheelspin out of the place, no need to check blindspots and mirrors and seats and seatbelts and level of power steering fluid now. Hit the motorway, taking every corner on the way in fifth gear, because dropping gears isn't necessary anymore. The car wont struggle now though, and why I hear you ask? Because your clutch is pressed hard to the floor for 90% of the drive. Lovely.

Wishbone Ash

Wishbone Ash wrote: »

Presumably you meant the 'examiner'!

You'd to well to make this your tagline.
Stave off repetative stress injury.

Wishbone Ash

Moonbaby wrote: »

You'd to well to make this your tagline.
Stave off repetative stress injury.

Yes, I wonder why I bother but it sticks out like a sore thumb.

Necronomicon

noblestee wrote: »

Ha youve nailed my test day right there, i think for most its the same day...

Just to finish your story if you don't mind... You've passed, you wonder why you were so nervous before hand. Out to the car park, whip off those bloody L plates that have been annoying you for so long (i know i know, your not supposed to yet) Hop in the car, wheelspin out of the place, no need to check blindspots and mirrors and seats and seatbelts and level of power steering fluid now. Hit the motorway, taking every corner on the way in fifth gear, because dropping gears isn't necessary anymore. The car wont struggle now though, and why I hear you ask? Because your clutch is pressed hard to the floor for 90% of the drive. Lovely.

LOL, post of the month

The Real B-man

sing_dumb wrote: »

And you were afraid that the chronic, nerves-induced vomitting and "scutters", would actuallly prevent you from doing "THE" test!!! You were not even sure that you could find the Test Centre, un-accompanied, by a Garda escort. Would you make it through the 40-50mins of driving test hell, without your Mammy beside you? What does a continous white line, flanked by a broken white line mean??? Where do you slap in the oil or water? What's an engine? Jazus, what's a car...a road...a roundabout....how do you get your car up a steep hill...AGHHHHHHHHHHHH

Then you wake up, and numbly ...you eat your Cornflakes...and leave two hours before your test time...for the 25min journey to the Test Centre. You mother is on her knees...praying to Padre Pio...as you tearfully leave. You tell yourself to "get bleedin real"... coz' you can drive feckin blindfolded, on the test route. After all, you've done a zillion lessons, costing a zillion euro, and burned a zillion gallons of petrol practising and doing a zillion Pre-tests!!!

Ok, so what, you've failed once before, but there was that mad oul wan, on her bike, who spoiled your hill start, and that kid who wrecked your "turnabout", and...and...and...

Then...your name is called. You answer your Car ops questions...demonstrate your extensive knowledge of the under-bonnet works. All is perfect...and the whole 40mins of the driving test...feels like ten hours of open-heart surgery!!! Jazus...you should/could.. have done it closer...neater...easier...in a a higher gear...or checked the mirrors more...observed better...reacted faster....You just know...you've made a total dog's dinner of it.

Then...eventually you finally park...(eh...correctly) sweat-drenched...back in the Driving Test Centre. The Tester says..."please follow me inside", and hands you a long, long form...and says..."please sign this". While you are fumbling for a biro...and trying to think what will you tell the many people who will ask why you failed...SUDDENLY...you notice the words...COMPETANT TO DRIVE. Sweet Lord Jesus...you have PASSED. You actually have PASSED!!! And..the Tester says..."You should observe more.....blah blah...But you have.... Passed...!!! Ah, who Cares, at that stage??

It's GREAT!!!

Its the Night Before my Test

Maxine est 1991

sing_dumb wrote: »

And you were afraid that the chronic, nerves-induced vomitting and "scutters", would actuallly prevent you from doing "THE" test!!! You were not even sure that you could find the Test Centre, un-accompanied, by a Garda escort. Would you make it through the 40-50mins of driving test hell, without your Mammy beside you? What does a continous white line, flanked by a broken white line mean??? Where do you slap in the oil or water? What's an engine? Jazus, what's a car...a road...a roundabout....how do you get your car up a steep hill...AGHHHHHHHHHHHH

Then you wake up, and numbly ...you eat your Cornflakes...and leave two hours before your test time...for the 25min journey to the Test Centre. You mother is on her knees...praying to Padre Pio...as you tearfully leave. You tell yourself to "get bleedin real"... coz' you can drive feckin blindfolded, on the test route. After all, you've done a zillion lessons, costing a zillion euro, and burned a zillion gallons of petrol practising and doing a zillion Pre-tests!!!

Ok, so what, you've failed once before, but there was that mad oul wan, on her bike, who spoiled your hill start, and that kid who wrecked your "turnabout", and...and...and...

Then...your name is called. You answer your Car ops questions...demonstrate your extensive knowledge of the under-bonnet works. All is perfect...and the whole 40mins of the driving test...feels like ten hours of open-heart surgery!!! Jazus...you should/could.. have done it closer...neater...easier...in a a higher gear...or checked the mirrors more...observed better...reacted faster....You just know...you've made a total dog's dinner of it.

Then...eventually you finally park...(eh...correctly) sweat-drenched...back in the Driving Test Centre. The Tester says..."please follow me inside", and hands you a long, long form...and says..."please sign this". While you are fumbling for a biro...and trying to think what will you tell the many people who will ask why you failed...SUDDENLY...you notice the words...COMPETANT TO DRIVE. Sweet Lord Jesus...you have PASSED. You actually have PASSED!!! And..the Tester says..."You should observe more.....blah blah...But you have.... Passed...!!! Ah, who Cares, at that stage??

It's GREAT!!!

absolutly Fabulous!

Alanstrainor

Absolutely closed.
Try not to drag up 9 month old threads just to say it's fabulous.