Dave and his crew at Universal are patient. They have to be. They’ve taught everyone from nervous mums to absolute lunatics who think cornering is a suggestion. The training yard is small but perfectly formed, so you’ll get intimate with turning circles and emergency stops. Plus, the café across the road does a cracking bacon sandwich for post-CBT therapy.
And here’s the kicker: passing your CBT doesn’t mean you’re a racer. It means you’re allowed to ride a 125cc bike with L-plates. You’re a snail, not a cheetah. But a snail on two wheels is still faster than a snail on foot, and let’s be honest, you’ll never look at a bus lane the same way again.
So, book your course. Wear your borrowed helmet like a crown. Stall, wobble, and maybe fall over. Then get back up, because that’s what bikers do. And when you’re done, you’ll have a certificate and a story about the time Dave laughed at you for trying to use the indicator with your elbow. Welcome to the club.
