Second time lucky, in Rhyl in the height of summer in a blue Rover 100.
Walking out of the waiting room into the car park with the much feared examiner, we get joined by this bloke, who introduces himself as Mr so and so, Driving Test Assessment manager, scribbles some thing on his clipboard hand clambers in the back of the car.
'Pretend I'm not here he says' As if
Test gets underway and we do all the usual manoeuvres, parallel park, reversing round the corner except one, the emergency stop.
We are just turning into the short road leading to the test centre, when the tester remembers the emergency stop ' When I tap the dashboard, I want you to react as if a child walked into the road' Dashboard tapped and brakes planted.
The next thing I know is that a top set of dentures comes flying over my left shoulder and lands in my lap. The voice in the back says 'i wasn't expecting that' Quick as a flash I say, 'neither was I'
The examiner then tells me to park up, which I do and to give her and the bloke five minutes. I hand the bloke back his teeth, get out, have a ciggy to calm my nerves and get beckoned back to the car, where upon an outstretched arm gives me my pass slip. No questions on the Highway Code, nothing!
Arwyn
