I know my posts are quite long but I hope you will like the true stories in them. I passed my bike test 11 years before I wanted to get my car test, urged on by my boss, who wanted to send me out in a van by myself, normally I was kind of chauffeured about, by all manner of co-workers, some of which had no clue what to do, having been his gardner, joiner, even local farmers sons, had two of them, and a guy with really thick glasses that drove like he genuinely couldn't see but went for it anyway. I amazed I am still alive, met a large tipper truck on a blind corner on a narrow road, along the top of the 2 ft high, 45 degree, bumpy grassy, truck rutted verge with barbed wire passing 2 inches under the tip of my mirror, so I decided to go for my car test, I just realised my boss might have been trying to scare me into passing my car test with the 'boy racers' then went all out with insane Willie.😁 It worked, never had to go in a car with him again. Totally made sure of that. Passed my car test, but only had my 3 wheeler, oh yes, and a Yamaha FZ750, so I had dry and warm (and slow) for wet,icy and snowy days and you know, a bit faster for sunny days😁 or nights, its amazing how much of a crash helmet thunk you get from a bat at, you know, the upper end of the dial. My brother hit an owl at the start of treble figures with a pillion, killed it outright, I sent him back to get it, so I could study it. I put it in my workshop, in a carrier bag, then next day a pal turned up and asked if I wanted to come down to his mum and dads caravan for a week, take my bike, at that time a suzuki gt 250 with cut down exhaust muffler inserts, modified timing, up jetting, raised and widened ports and transfers,opened up and knife edged reed blocks, glass fibre reeds, (about 30% increase in area) alloy bellmouth carb extensions with 2 section of the girlfriends tights held over the ends with strong rubber bands cos we were going to the seaside, I never knew it coughed back fire on the over run lol. Melted me tights, miles before getting near the seaside, having no more tights on hand, it must have ingested at least some sand over the week, me poor barrels, rings etc. Anyway, the owl...... When I got back home, Remember the owl....... I didnt, and walked into my workshop, shut the door and then took my helmet off, oh man the owl and the poly bag, summer, a week, back out side rapidly, retching, back in for the owl then another 2 trips in to get all the windows open, my workshop was a 13 ft caravan. Moral of this story is never keep roadkill. Lol. Just in case you forget about it. The father of my girlfriend at that time had asked me to go with him, I couldnt have refused, to help him get a deer that had been hit( august) I said 'Jack, thats been there 3 days(sunny) its probably rotten(it was) but he wouldn't have any of it, off we went, me gagging ready knowing its gonna be real bad. Back home, he hasnt the strength to manage skinning it, so I had to do it, my dad was a game keeper, oh I am going to barf, I exposed enough of its ribs for Jack to see and smell it was long gone, no matter how marginal he would go. Man that was close, I was nearly having to eat some of that later.... Close. Rivalling that was one of his wifes 20 feral cats, hit by a car and as a final effort had dragged itself in between the inlet and exhaust on his old bmw. It had frozen overnight, He went 40 miles to the shops and back, it refroze again, cooked this time, then its off to the post office shop 4 miles away for some rolls. After he gets back, as I am washing my bike, whoof what is that smell, thinking dead cat in the hedge, I hunted the hedge, sniffing cautiously, no, cat, nearer the car, gagging now, its in the car, I tell him he opens bonnet, I gag, then get volunteered to get it out, poly bag on arm, gagging, just trying to spot it, its fur is kind of singed to exhaust manifold colour, retching now as I go in a couple more times to try and wriggle it free, but its stuck to the exhaust manifold, but torn open now, run, ditch poly bag and do my gagging where I cant smell it anymore, got to get it this time, I made jack hold another poly bag open ready for the cat remains and my arm bag. I went for a run on my bike, visor open, just to get rid of any remaining particles. Well that was what I told my girlfriend😁