Yes I have failed people, and know of one person who should not have got a cbt.
I was told it was impossible. They just make you do a second day and a third until you give up. I did 3 over 6 years just because money+time+right frame of mind were never all in place at the time. Eventually I got a new job and had a small window between jobs in which to pass my test so I did.
My first CBT I had to do a second day, mainly due to the instructor being shit and failing to teach us anything. Metropolis in Greenwich. useless fucks. Apparently it was his last day and he simply didn't give a shit. I'd never ridden anything more powerful than a bicycle on the road before and he took us on the South Circular. I was shitting my pants. At one point my intercom became full of minicab firm, which was fun, and a short while after that I grabbed too much front brake and dropped the bike, which wasn't.
Anyway I passed on the morning of the second day, with a different instructor, and went to pick up my Vespa from that Scooter Emporium on the Truman Brewery. Still not having a fucking clue how to ride I piloted it, terrified, along Whitechapel Road in the rush-hour and when I got home I said to Mrs Q "I've made a very expensive mistake!" She made me go back out and told me not to come back until I was happy riding it. Best thing she could have done. I came back a couple of hours later grinning like a loon, and that grin's always come back when I ride the Vespa. It's probably why I still have it.
I was told it was impossible. They just make you do a second day and a third until you give up. I did 3 over 6 years just because money+time+right frame of mind were never all in place at the time. Eventually I got a new job and had a small window between jobs in which to pass my test so I did.
My first CBT I had to do a second day, mainly due to the instructor being shit and failing to teach us anything. Metropolis in Greenwich. useless fucks. Apparently it was his last day and he simply didn't give a shit. I'd never ridden anything more powerful than a bicycle on the road before and he took us on the South Circular. I was shitting my pants. At one point my intercom became full of minicab firm, which was fun, and a short while after that I grabbed too much front brake and dropped the bike, which wasn't.
Anyway I passed on the morning of the second day, with a different instructor, and went to pick up my Vespa from that Scooter Emporium on the Truman Brewery. Still not having a fucking clue how to ride I piloted it, terrified, along Whitechapel Road in the rush-hour and when I got home I said to Mrs Q "I've made a very expensive mistake!" She made me go back out and told me not to come back until I was happy riding it. Best thing she could have done. I came back a couple of hours later grinning like a loon, and that grin's always come back when I ride the Vespa. It's probably why I still have it.