At the beginning of the year I read The Alchemist. I didn’t think it was the amazing book that everyone makes it out to be, but there was one line that really resonated with me. “Everything that happens once can never happen again. But everything that happens twice will surely happen a third time.” I had to do my Mod 1 test three times and as I mentioned in my previous post, I felt like this Mod 2 test was the one I was going to pass. Again, like my…

I’d finally passed my Mod 1 motorbike test! Now I needed to focus on all my energy on getting through my Mod 2 so I could finally get my licence. The date was set for the end of August and I was quietly confident that I would pass. I’d had a lot of instruction in the local area (Enfield) and knew all about the roads to be aware of. I was still feeling pretty nervous as I was waiting for my name to be called – although I had been lucky with…

On 7 August, I was booked in for my third Mod 1 test. This time round I was booked at a different test centre which had a slightly better pass rate and reputation. To be honest, this doesn’t massively phase me. Each time I failed my Mod 1, I had the same examiner. I didn’t have an issue with him at all, I actually found him to be courteous and professional but I know that other instructors don’t have the same reputation. I didn’t feel hugely confident when I work…

After four days of pretty intense training, dropping the bike a few times and a what felt like thousands of figure of eights, I was ready to take my Mod 1 test. My test was at a North London test centre which is pretty notorious for having a pretty low pass rate and some not so friendly examiners. After doing some last minute practise on the off-road site, my instructor, one other student and I got on our bikes to travel to the test site. As soon as I got…