Sunday, 10 June 2012

How to Fail Your Driving Test

Those of you reading this who know me, will know that I have a special talent for embarrassing myself spectacularly given half the chance to do so. So I thought, what better way to open this blog, than with an account of all the magical ways I found to fail my driving test.

Driving test number 1 was the stuff of legend amongst my friends for a while and, gradually, I learnt to laugh at my idiocy. I was 17 years old, and had been learning to drive for about 9 months. I felt so certain that I would definitely have built up enough motoring prowess to pass, and I was convinced that my parents would definitely love me more if I passed my test at 17 (not that they didn’t love me anyway, I just felt it was always a failing in my family’s eyes that my knowledge of cars extended solely to what colour they were and if I found them aesthetically pleasing).
            SO, on the way to my driving test, I was feeling pretty nervous, but also quietly confident. I was a driving GODDESS. Better than at least 99% of drivers on Sutton-In-Ashfield’s roads. What’s more, I was going to ace this test with no minors. Such was my ideal scenario as played out in my head.
            HOWEVER, somewhat inevitably, things did not go to plan... I drove out of the test centre and turned left as directed. I drove towards the traffic lights I was to eventually turn right at as I was told to, and as I approached, they turned amber. Somewhere in the murky depths of my useless brain, I remembered my instructor telling me that if the lights turn amber as you approach them, it can be safer to continue than to stop. This certainly does not apply when you’re driving at about 20mph up a hill, with no cars behind you, and the light turns amber with a plentiful stopping distance. I thought it would impress my luminously-clad examiner and show him how confident a driver I was if I drove through it. My foot went down on the accelerator; his foot went down on the dual-control brake.
            I knew full-well that as soon as the examiner uses the dual-controls, the test is failed. But as I sat at the traffic lights at the crossroads I was to turn right at, I convinced myself that it was OK; that because the test had only been going for about 2 minutes and I wouldn’t have actually killed anyone if I had been allowed to go through, I might still get away with my error.
            The lights turned red and amber, and then green. I drove out into the middle of the crossroads, and turned the wheel right... almost into the path of a car travelling straight on from the opposite direction. Again, the examiner’s foot slammed onto the brake until there was a safe gap for me to turn right through. I hadn’t been taught about the rule RE: roads with no arrow filter, where you have to wait. Shaken, I exited the crossroads, and my examiner asked me to pull over when I found a safe place. A normal part of any driving test, so I wasn’t overly fazed. That is, until he uttered the immortal words that will remain etched in my memory for all eternity:

“In the interests of public safety, I am terminating this examination.”

That was it. In under five minutes, I had accumulated a serious fault, and a dangerous fault, bad enough to earn me the mythical ‘walk-back’. I trotted behind the examiner in his fluorescent DSA jacket, with every resident of the town knowing precisely what must have happened, until I got back to the test centre and had to wait with one of the other driving instructors (whose student passed, if you were wondering) until mine returned. And that is how test #1 ended up.

My second driving test occurred in the September after the first one. Sadly, I was feeling MUCH less confident this time around, but secretly hoped that my humbleness would be rewarded with a blue certificate. I’d given myself a pep-talk in the bathroom mirror and told myself that I would NEVER make a mistake while driving ever again ever.
            True to form, I stalled while pulling out of the test centre. I then drove as carefully as I could around the rest of Sutton, until I was asked to perform a parallel park. I had never messed one of those up, like, EVER. Even the first time I ever did one, I was fine. So when she told me to pull up alongside the silver car and park behind it, I was secretly rejoicing. I slowly edged up beside the silver car (I can’t mix up my vocabulary as, like I explained before, I remember nothing more than the colours). I reversed and checked my blind spot before spinning the wheel left, then right, then left again and beautifully into position....
            HA as if that’s what happened. After I checked my blind spot, I turned the wheel left, then left it way too late before turning it the other way, so I bumped the kerb. Then repeatedly tried to rectify it for the next several minutes before the examiner said: “OK, I think I’ve seen enough. We’ll leave it there for now shall we? Drive on and follow the road ahead.”
            She was so nice about it that I thought maybe she really was letting me off the hook, having seen how gracefully and non-swearily I handled the situation. I was so busy concentrating on how nice she’d been that I forgot to look when turning at a T junction. Nothing happened! But it certainly was one of the things listed at the end of the test.
            Yes, I made it through the entire 40 minute test. But in that 40 minutes, I had managed to accumulate 1 dangerous fault, 2 serious faults, and 16 minors. Considering you’re only allowed a maximum of 15 minors in one test to pass, I had failed on FOUR COUNTS. Impressive.

This test occurred nearly a year after test #2, as shortly after taking test #2, I had had a little mishap while practicing with my dad, where I had misjudged the speed of traffic entering a roundabout and then I don’t really remember much apart from being stranded in the middle of the roundabout with a car beeping at me and my dad desperately trying to pull the handbrake on. I didn’t crash thanks to the quick reactions of the beeping car, but it was very close and I took a few well-earned months off driving.
Anyway, once I felt confident enough to start driving again, I had a new instructor and a new test booked. My examiner for test number 3 took an instant dislike to me on account of the fact that at my ‘towering’ height of 5 foot 2.8 inches, I was about a head taller than him. He made a point of telling me before we had even got to the car that he had a wife and a child. To be honest, I was concentrating more on not vomming up the snakes of nervousness whirling around in my stomach, than on whether or not this man with a chip on his shoulder was getting laid.
This time I made it to the end of the road before I stalled the car. Go me. The first time I was aware I had failed this test (oh come on, you knew where this was going; that wasn’t a spoiler!) was when I was driving down a road with traffic parked on both sides. Another car came pelting from ahead on the other side of the road, and I had to make the “difficult” decision of whether to drive sliiightly too close to the parked cars on my side, or crashing into the oncoming car. Apparently my decision to do the former was wrong(?!) and as soon as the car had passed me, the examiner gently touched my steering wheel and told me I was too close to the parked cars. Examiner intervention = test fail. Again.
I was pretty cross because I was (and still am) sure I was in the right, but nevertheless I continued on with the test for the experience if nothing else. Driving along the dual carriageway, the examiner asked me to “take the next exit, by the traffic lights.” There were traffic lights about half a mile in the distance, so I got ready to indicate to come off, when I noticed a slip road appear to my left. I asked, confused, if this was the one he meant. He said it was, so I swerved haphazardly onto it, forgetting to actually change into a gear and ended up revving in neutral for a moment, entirely losing control of the car for several seconds.
            The result of at the end of the test was one serious fault, two dangerous faults, and seven minors. Well. At least I hadn’t failed on minors...!!

Test number four occurred after a two-and-a-bit year gap. Once I could afford to buy myself driving lessons in university, and I’d realised I would need to be able to drive should I get a job, I decided it was high time I got this pesky test over with. After about six months of lessons, I found myself in a new waiting room, awaiting my fourth examiner.
            In-keeping with tradition, I stalled as we left the test centre. However, the examiner, having seen how desperately nervous I was (seriously, I was white as a sheet and shaking so much I’d dropped the car keys twice while getting into the car), kindly told me to turn off the ignition, take a deep breath, and start again.
            WELL. I had the test from hell. As soon as I’d left the test centre, there were policemen on motorbikes whizzing about all over, directing traffic. Then we entered a queue of traffic, and as soon as that had begun to clear, an ambulance came tearing up behind me and I had to deal with that. Then, about 5 minutes later, a car broke down in front of me and I had to manoeuvre around it. Then, when I merged onto the dual carriageway, it was busy despite being early afternoon. Then a lorry broke down in front of me just as I was getting ready to exit. After this, I was asked to reverse around a VERY steep, VERY tight corner, and to do an emergency stop. Then I approached a left-hand bend and encountered a mahooosive lorry waiting to turn out of it and blocking it off. Guess how many seriouses I had? None. I had passed all of these things absolutely fine, with only a handful of minors.
            My fail occurred at Culverhouse Cross. I was asked to turn left when the lights turned green. Dutifully, I turned left as instructed, and then came face to face with pedestrian crossing markings on the road, and red lights either side, so I stopped. A moment later, I realised that the red lights were for the traffic on the opposite side of the junction, and had a car NOT chosen that moment to drive behind me from where I’d just come from, I would have got a minor. But, in true Katt-style, it was another test-failing serious. The examiner did note that she wished she could have just given me a slap rather than a fail, so I suppose I win in the most minor way possible.

Test number five was my lucky one. Despite going the wrong way* in the bit where I was supposed to direct myself in accordance to a map the examiner had shown me, and despite positioning too close to the centre line when turning on a tight, right hand bend, the examiner saw it in his heart to pass me with two minors. BOOM.

And that, ladies and gentleman, is how to fail a driving test four times, in the most spectacular ways possible.

*certainly a sign of things to come.


  1. i tried so hard not to laugh at your misery but i'm afraid it was impossible... hell i can't judge, i still haven't taken my first test despite learning to drive 2 years ago! xx

    1. Haha I'd rather my misery served some purpose (ie. being amusing for others)!! :) xx

  2. I've failed twice... the first one was just stupid - I forgot about a narrowing at a traffic calming point and drove over a fraction of the curb but the second one was spectacular. Having wound myself up with nerves, I stalled several times before hitting the curb while reversing round the corner. Knowing I'd already failed made things a thousand times worse and I continued to stall my way around the city until I actually managed to do it ON a zebra crossing. Trying to restart the car and get off it as quickly as possible in order to avoid becoming a hazard, a pedestrian decided to cross, at which point the examiner put his hand on the wheel and said "There's a pedestrian." Like I didn't know. I've never been so glad to see the back of 40 minutes in my life!

    1. Ouch!! That's pretty disastrous! I totally feel your pain, driving tests are bloody horrible and ridiculous things like that happen seemingly entirely at random!

  3. Yay! You're blogging! I will start again eventually. *looks at several attempts at blogging across two different platforms*
    You'll be glad to know that when I got into the car with you when you came to visit, I was only slightly nervous knowing your track record.

    1. Yess I am :) Been recommended to a few times and I write music-y stuff for other sites so thought why not... :D! You need to get on the blogging train again!

      Hahaha I'm not thaaat scary now... :P I must make another visit to you soon, I was contemplating when I'd get some time while I was driving to Nottingham yesterday haha. I'm working out my diary but you should hear from me RE: visit before too long :) I miss you, DD!