Taking my PCV practical test

It’s a gorgeous sunny day when I get up.  I stayed the night in the car park at Anam Cara. Check it out, it’s beautiful. I meet Margaret and Alistair, who’ve very kindly let me stay, and use their facilities, simply because Craig (from TFL) asked them if I could.

I go to the VOSA test centre (in Inverness) slowly.  I can’t remember being so nervous, although I probably was for my first driving test, but then that was nearly 20 years ago.  My instructor for the day, Cameron, tries his best to calm my nerves, and it nearly works until I mess up stopping at a bus stop.

Things get worse when my examiner, Ewen, asks me where the fuel cut off switch is.  No one has ever shown me the fuel cut off switch.  I explain this to Ewen and tell him, hopefully, that I assume that turning off the ignition is sufficient.  Is there a fuel cut off switch on the van?

Then I pull up opposite a junction, do 30 in a 40, drive over a mini roundabout, plough down a man in a teddy bear costume, and swear at a lollipop lady.  I’m shocked when Ewen tells me I’ve passed.  We debate indicating when pulling away (you shouldn’t do it unless there is no break in the traffic), then I go and tell the TFL office that “I can drive buses!”  Woohoo!  C’mon!  Have that!  Get in!  BACK!! OF!! THE!!! NET!!!!