It's not a confession, it's more to do with psychological trauma and unresolved childhood issues. I imagine that none of my friends who passed even have a bike, let alone ride one now!
dude, ditto. i failed mine too! i did everything right apart from when i got to the traffic lights; i stopped, looked, signaled left... and turned right. they even gave me a second chance to do just that bit. so i did. and did exactly the same thing again. genius. the shame was intense man. i can't remember if i was the only one to fail. if i wasn't it was probably only me and the crosseyed mouth-breather who ate crayons. to add insult to injury i wasn't allowewd to ride my bike to school until i'd passed so i had to wait until i graduated to "big school" before re-taking it and being allowed to ride my raleigh winner in.
dude, ditto. i failed mine too! i did everything right apart from when i got to the traffic lights; i stopped, looked, signaled left... and turned right. they even gave me a second chance to do just that bit. so i did. and did exactly the same thing again. genius. the shame was intense man. i can't remember if i was the only one to fail. if i wasn't it was probably only me and the crosseyed mouth-breather who ate crayons. to add insult to injury i wasn't allowewd to ride my bike to school until i'd passed so i had to wait until i graduated to "big school" before re-taking it and being allowed to ride my raleigh winner in.