Pride Comes Before A Fall, or in another word. Fuck it.

Well here we are again readers, ready to dwell in my own little pool of self misery and my unending belief that the DSA are complete and utter bastards.

Before I start, a quick hello to my driving instructor, nice nick who has had every confidence in me, however that may be about to change. Fantastic bloke & patient (well he has to be).

Anyway back to the DSA (double standards agency). I have just failed my second test... Bugger.
Partly due to inexperience at the wheel, but more likely to having the most miserable bastard of a driving examiner ever. Who by the way also failed me the first time.

Now Mr A (Asshole) is the kind of instructor that looks just like a normal old man. However once you are out of the test centre, he turns into something quite difficult.
He likes to find areas for testing where even instructors wouldn't look for, and trust me NN has tried a few.
So to do my reversing into a confined space, he found me a junction where both roads were at 20%+ inclines, and where they meet is a huge bump of uneven road. Combine that with parked cars everywhere and you get my point.
To do a 3-point-turn he will find the road that is exactly the same length as the car, and then make you do while other learners are watching.
To do an emergency stop, he will find the narrowest and busiest that the law will allow him.

You get the picture not a nice guy. However I passed all maneuvers fine, it was lack of experience with traffic that was my downfall. Still its nice to have a good rant at somebody.
I'm sure that he wont read this, he looks like the kind of person that would have trouble with a cordless phone.

*Deep Breath*

Anyway not to let myself get too down, I have re-booked my test; This time for a Sunday, maybe his day off?