Good instructors, awful syllabus. Teaching all over, innit? Too much theory, too much required instruction, not enough time to actually practice and learn the techniques. The site - which of course is standards compliant - wasn't great either; too cramped to get above 2nd, and unrealistically short runs ups to the simulated junctions. Bike was fine, but initially heavier than I'd expected; I'd kind of imagined a push-bike with a motor, rather than a proper motor-vehicle. Honda CG125 for the crank-cases.
So 3 out of 5 of us ended up re-doing element C (riding in circles), while 2 blokes went on their road run. One of them had just dropped £1000 on riding gear, and the other was a mad keen cyclist, so I think that assplains it.
We got to element D, talking about all the ways you can become fender ketchup. It was surprisingly informative. Who knew there was such a variety of ways to FAIL? Road signs. Wow. Tram speed limit. I didn't know there was even such a sign. Why is that significant? Because it means there are trams around and trams run on tracks.
The road underfoot is clearly out to get me. The very planet is now hostile to my existence. I think I need more armour. Lots more.
Poll, redux -------->
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