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When I was 19 my father bought me a moped, I had had driving lessons previously but failed my test as I couldn't reverse around a corner no matter how many times my instructor showed me how to do it I just couldn't seem to get to grips with it and since you had to then do two out of the three manoeuvres my instructor was praying that I would get reverse parking and parking in a parking bay and not the dreaded reversing round a corner but it was just my luck that the first one I was asked to do on my test was reversing round a corner, from that point on I knew I had failed and my instructor told me that he knew I had failed when he saw my face as I turned back into the test centre.

Hence why my father bought me a moped, I had just got a new job and it was about 20 minutes from my house but not on a bus route so it was proving expensive with all the taxi fares to and from work.

For several months I happily rode my moped to work after a one day test where the examiner passed me with flying colours. Rain, wind or shine out I used to go on my moped to work until one day when it was my day off and I was on my way to meet a friend, i turned round a corner and there was gravel on the road and I came flying off my bike and did a bit of damage to my leg but the bike was ok. The following day I was on my way to my friends house and unbelievably on a roundabout I hit an oil patch and came off my moped again, I couldn't believe it and neither could my parents.

From that day on I made up every excuse in the book to get out of going on my moped I just couldn't face it I was too nervous. My dad realised that I couldn't get on it again and decided to sell it, with the money he phoned up a company called driving school uk and booked me a block of driving lessons, booking a block of lessons worked out cheaper than paying for one at a time.

So hear I am awaiting my new instructor to pull up outside my house for my second attempt at my driving test fingers crossed.