CBT, the training everyone must take in the UK before they can ride a motorbike. I am happy to say that I passed it on Saturday.
It wasn't without its issues. The instructor tells you to imagine as if you are invisible when you hop on a bike and boy was he right. During the final part of the training, I was riding out on the road, covered in L-plates and fluorescent training gear, and I still had cars cut me off and nearly run me over.
The instructor had a radio that I put into my helmet and all I could hear was his voice say "holy moley!" as a car stoppped in front of me in a roundabout and then cut across me as I tried to get out of the way. Even in a car I would have given her the bird, but I was gripping the handle bars so tight, I couldn't pry my fingers from them to do the dopey lady the service.
But, in the end, job done. I am now legally allowed to go out and cause havoc on the road on my bike... even if I stall it once in a while at the lights.
Happy days.
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