The day I passed my driving test

Congrats to Tony's sprog! Er...I remember passing lots of things in my time, but no driving test, unfortunately.

Passed on my 6th attempt....thanks fans.....first of all I failed 3 times and gave up in 1989 when I moved to london, I didn't need to drive so just didn't bother learning. Then I did so in 1997 I started the whole process again, 2 more failed tests followed and then triumph in Chingford and I passed. I coldn't beleive it then but 4 years later I don't know how I managed not to drive all those years....

ooooooh now there is an interesting subject ... i passed my test (first time ... my brother had failed 4 times ... *looks smug*) ... and it is almost 20 years ago but i can remember it ... very clearly ... my dad taught me to drive (first time on my 17th birthday)... saying experience was far more important than lessons ... and just gave me the basics then made me drive everywhere in my mum's red renault 4 ... he did not allow me to imagine it was possible for me to fail (the great lesson in life that he gave me was that you can do anything if you want to ...) i too had a doddery old examiner ... he smelled like an oxfam shop and i can smell him now as i am thinking about it ... and even though i went through a red light and got all my highway code questions wrong he still passed me ... i was surprised but my dad just nodded and made me drive all the way back to school ... i was at sixth form at the time and drove right across the playground and parked the car outside the windows of the sixth form centre ... it did change my life as i lived in a remote village ... my social life expanded with a large bang ... i see it as a definite watershed in my life ... a new and amazing freedom ... and i am looking forward to teaching my oldest son to drive (only 18 months to wait) ... not least so he can come and pick me up when i have been drinking ... boot on the other foot ... hooorah ...

I passed on my third attempt, however, really my second as there was a 14 year gap between first and 2nd. The guy who failed me 2nd was the same guy who passed me on the 3rd attempt and he used the same facial expression. When I had passed I asked him if there was anything he would like to tell me as a tip for the future, he said. " Well, the test itself, it didn't take vey long did it?" Nuff said! Oh, the feeling all day was one of absolute joy mixed with relief, I kept clenching myself and reliving `that` feeling!

Sure, I remember the day - two days before my first daughter was born, so that came in very handy. I'd taken my motorcycle test twice, and failed both times, so I wasn't too confident about the four-wheeled variety; especially as my wife had struggled to teach me unaided. But, I was able to get a test without a long wait - which was unusual at the time - and actually passed. Oddly, my examiner asked as he was unwillingly signing my pass if it was my wife waiting for me. I told him that it was, and the b*stard said (and I quote): "Oh, you'll soon make her a widow. You'll end up on a slab." As I was happily clutching my "pass" paper and walking on air, I never got round to complaining, but I found out later why I'd not had to wait - no driving school would refer pupils to the Bilston Test Centre, as this bloke was infamous for his foul remarks and unwillingness to pass anyone. I reckon I got off lightly - and at least I made the bugger REALLY miserable by passing!

Sure, I remember the day - two days before my first daughter was born, so that came in very handy. I'd taken my motorcycle test twice, and failed both times, so I wasn't too confident about the four-wheeled variety; especially as my wife had struggled to teach me unaided. But, I was able to get a test without a long wait - which was unusual at the time - and actually passed. Oddly, my examiner asked as he was unwillingly signing my pass if it was my wife waiting for me. I told him that it was, and the b*stard said (and I quote): "Oh, you'll soon make her a widow. You'll end up on a slab." As I was happily clutching my "pass" paper and walking on air, I never got round to complaining, but I found out later why I'd not had to wait - no driving school would refer pupils to the Bilston Test Centre, as this bloke was infamous for his foul remarks and unwillingness to pass anyone. I reckon I got off lightly - and at least I made the bugger REALLY miserable by passing!

Last February, first time! 'Nuff said.

Crikey, haven't thought about this for years. Strangely, I was the first person to learn how to drive in our family. (we were very poor, even more so than the Walton's as they had a truck). I bought a Toyota Corroded Estate for twenty quid and a packet of Bensons and began taking lessons. I was hopeless!!! The car sat in the driveway of a redundant falling apart garage that had not seen a car in the twenty years my family had lived there. I joined British Telecom ( well the GPO as it was known then)as an engineer and they said they would teach me to drive. They were wrong. They sent me on a two week intensive driving course with another engineer. He passed - I failed. I paid for some more lessons myself and passsed on the second attempt. I was sooooo pleased with myself I went to pick my father up from work and on the way almost mowed two pedestrians down on a Zebra crossing. A very sobering lesson indeed.