I did my CBT in september along with a bloke doing his on a scooter. I got there while the instructor was unloading the bikes from his van (a scottish bloke with a big grey beard and a little tartan cap thing). Then he unloaded his poodles onto the car park, not as sick as it sounds, I mean he had three dogs with him, a small a medium and a large one. So the situation was a bit odd so far, but I was in a bit of an excited daze. Had a bit of a chat and a tootle around the car park and got into it pretty quick, the weather wasn't bad, good times. Hit the road and the slightly nervous scooter bloke wanted me to lead, but my earpiece kept messing up so he went ahead instead and I just followed and caught about one word in three over the radio. After a while we pulled in for a coffee and it was my turn to take the lead. Radio still being a knacky piece of crap though I missed Santa the bike instructor telling me to turn left and ended up on my own. This was my first u-turn experience on a bike on the road and I was papping my panties which led to a royal fcukup. I stalled perpendicular to the flow of traffic right in the middle of the road... twice. Throughout the course of the day I forgot to cancel my signal a lot but it felt pretty good to be out. I was limited to just over 30 to avoid leaving the scooter behind though. Got back to the van with the poodles in it, got the certificate and got back in the car. The car park where the guy runs the CBT is about 2 minutes from my house, but seeing scooter man at the bus stop I offered him a lift home to Newcastle (10 miles or so out of my way)... biggest mistake of the day. Not because his banter was poor or anything, just the fact that half an hour later, instead of being home booking my DAS lessons I was still driving... into the back of a brand new BMW at a roundabout. Don't know if I was daydreaming or what but it was my own stupid fault to bump the car for the first time in 4 years. Wasn't too bad and luckily the driver was pretty sound and didnt make me fork out for a whole new bumper, cost me £170 and delayed my plans of booking bike lessons, which I didn't get round to doing for about another 2 months. By this time the nights were dark and frosty (my first 2 were cancelled and most of the lessons I ended up taking were in the dark in freezing conditions). It's all a sour memory now though and I'm pretty glad I don't have to do all that again!