License to ride... bigger bikes



I must admit, at first, I was over confident. I thought that after riding almost everyday for 1 year would give me the automatic professionalism to command the 400 cc Honda Revo. However, the red iron horse got the better of me and landed me onto the ground a number of times. When I failed the test on the 5th of July, I was to my suprise, emotionally affected for nearly a week. The same feelig that I had when I failed my 2B test rebounded and I found myself sulking through the week. On the second time however, I was about half as nervous. Partly because the whoe week this week, I have been having multipke shots of adreneline rushes. the first was doing my attachment theory presentation, the second was recieveing my applied assignment and the third, well, is the bike test itself. all within a span of about 15 hours.

The same thing went through my mind as during my 2B practical test.... nothing. Well, my main worry this time wasn't the narrow plank as I think I have somewhat mustered it. It was only the figure of 8 and the bumpy course which was what I was most concern with. The last test, to my suprise, I lost 6 demerit points because I chose to play safe and cruised through it, sligtly over 11 seconds. As for bumpy, My main concern was not stalling the engine or going off course. Till now, I have no idea how to control my speed when negotiation that course.

The wait as usual was long and uncertain. I couldn't sit still for more than 5 minutes.I was too afraid to expect the best and too stressed to expect the worst. I kept thinking about the moments when I consciously failed to signal or check my blindspot and wondered if I could still survive the demerit points. My heart beat was spiking higher with every minute passing till all of a sudden, one of the testers came out and called the number 27 and 32. I was number 31. I couldn't believe it... "Did I really pass?" It was too early for me to accept it. I still couldnt accept it. I was too afraid to.

Only half an hour later, when all the numbers of the failures were read out did I finally conceded victory. Like last year, we shook hands and congratuated our fellow testees around us and flashed our phones out in joy and excitment to convey the goodnews to our loved ones.

All in all, this is my 7th practical driving/riding test. perhaps, another 2 or 3 more to go.