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The Driving Test
Written by Gor   
Tuesday, 09 April 2002 00:00

Well, I am ready to buy a motorcycle now but there are a couple more things I need to sort out. One is what day and what time is the best to buy it. For this one, I asked my aunt to do it for me. She asked me about my birthday and what time I was born. She said she would call me when she finds out the best time to buy. I asked her to be quick.

Now only one more thing is in my way of getting a bike. That is a driving license. I didn’t really want to do it because none of my friends had ever bothered with this. But, I agreed with my parents that I would do it differently. I couldn’t wait to get it done. I was so excited.

One day later, I got myself and everything else ready to go to do the driving test. I arrived at the testing centre in the afternoon. I joined the queue and filled in the paper they gave me. I handed it to a woman at the counter then she told me to go in a room to do some tests. I entered that room and saw a man sitting down looking at pieces of paper with lots of colours on them. I went to stand behind him and then I realised that he was doing a colour blindness test. He couldn’t answer some of them.

Next it was my turn. I sat down and looked at those sheets of paper. I told her all the numbers within a minute. Then she gave me a book to read. It was a book about riding rules and things like that. I didn’t really read it because I hate reading books, especially learning books. I pretended to read it and then I gave her back the book. She gave me an exam and an answer sheet. I came back to my seat and started to answer the questions. God! It was not that easy. It took me more than half an hour to finish all twenty questions (all multiple choice). I was really scared that I wouldn’t pass it.

I sat there and waited for them to call my name. I prayed in my mind, "pass, please pass". Then my name was called. I walked up to the counter. My heart was beating fast. Then the women at the counter said "Congratulations, you passed!" She asked me to come back the next morning to do the driving test.

The next day I was really scared because I had never driven properly before. I had never used an indicator when I turned left or right on the road. It thought it would be quite hard for me to do that. The centre officials told me to go downstairs to meet someone. I went down there and saw a man standing by a really old motorcycle. He asked me if I came for a test. I said yes. He told me to get on the bike and told me to ride it to a sign, turn around and come back. He told me that I had to do hand signals. He showed me how to do them and then he told me to go. I started the bike, but it didn’t start properly because it was very old. I started to ride and did everything just like he told me to do. I came back to him and he put a tick on my paper. He told me that was it. I passed. I couldn’t believe it because it was too easy. I said to myself, if it is this easy, why have none of my friends done it? Maybe they are too lazy.

Now I will ring my aunt to see if she has found out from her astrologer the best time to buy the motorcycle.

Continued in The Policeman and the Motorcycle