You get to the testing station, pay your dosh, get given your free receipt, then get kicked in the teeth when the buggers tell you it's time for 2 new tyres - oh and that your headlight is 2 degrees too high.
Finally take the bloody L plate of doom off, and my first ride plateless becomes my last until I source new rubber and convince the domestic nazi that I NEED to spend the coins.
Bastards - the bike is red and shiny, I ride like a nana's nana, so surely I could have been slid through this time.
Ah well, a bit of retail therapy coming up I suppose... *shrug*
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