Finally, the day I was dreading had arrived.

It was Trucking Test Day.

I had two hours to scale and polish my driving skills before my Class 2* truck test at 09:33. If I failed, Mark and I would not be able to depart on our next trip until I’d successfully secured another test date and passed.

A tall order amid a swathe of Civil Service strikes.

It could delay our departure, and dictate whether we had time to go where we planned to go.

So, the only thing riding on my test success was our entire future happiness…

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“How are you this morning?” I greeted my fellow students, shuffling from foot to foot in their customary huddle at the training centre.

“Could be better,” replied Rob, who clutched a large can of Monster energy drink. “My car’s turbo blew up on the M25 on the way home. I was there nearly all night.”

Not what you want in the lead up to your penultimate day of training. He did look tired.

“At least you’re not taking your test today,” I said, by way of compensation.

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Today was a good day, a bad day, then a good day again!

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My instructor, Ray, was waiting when I arrived at 7 a.m. sharp, but no fellow student Ollie.

“There could be traffic, he’s coming from Chobham,” I said.

Fifteen minutes passed with still no sign, so Ray rang the office, who said give him until 07:30.  

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