TIME FOR THE EMERGENCY STOP. I check my mirrors and, as instructed, pull over on the left-hand side of the road for the pre-briefing. I check my mirrors again. Can’t be too careful. “I’d now like you to perform an emergency stop. When I raise my hand and say ‘stop’, I want you to…” While my examiner talks, I’m dimly aware of a figure swaggering out of the Best One opposite. A pair of heavy knees appear at the window, then a dripping ice cream and finally a face. It’s having to stoop a long way down.
What’s the etiquette now? Are you allowed to interact with a member of the public during your driving test? Aren’t I under exam conditions? Since the car is safe, handbrake on and in park, I decide it’s OK to engage. I lower the window. There’s a slurp, then, “Tha’ is f**king sound, man”. He’s not wrong, is he? A Lamborghini Revuelto kitted out like a BSM Corsa. I mean Lambo’s 1,000bhp hybrid was going to cut enough of a dash around here without a cladding of L plates, but if you really
