After passing my mod 1 way back in November I decided with a month left on my CBT it was time to attempt the Mod 2 test. After visiting Geneva in July and seeing all of the lads riding Aspilla RSV4 or fireblades and hearing them roar up the roads my mind was set I wanted to pass my test and one day join them. Back in England I got back to work and the booking of Mod 2 got put back a bit in priorities but eventually in July I booked it. Come to this week, nerves are killing me im looking at all the test routes that could be taken and on the sunday I went out for a ride to try out some of the test routes. This helped me relax a bit but my main concern was high speed riding. Having spent the last two years riding in town I never really had the opportunity to get onto dual carrigeways or country roads so was quite a bit nervous about this. After a really bad nights sleep with Flu i really thought the gods were against me for my test today. Arrived at the test centre 30 minutes early and sat in the boiling hot waiting room. (Didn't do my nerves any good). Then some teenagers came in to take their driving test and having passed my driving test about 5 years ago I couldn't believe I was putting myself through this experience again and knew how they all felt. Then my instructor turns up and after checking my details and certificates we had outside for the eyesight test. After fumbling around with the ear piece which is quite difficult to put on when your hands are shaking and sweaty, he asks me a few questions. What affects would a pillion make when riding, what checks should you make before riding and also what checks to make on the chain. We set off for the test and did a few town routes and then through an industrial estate when he asked me to pull over and the pull off. Then off into the countryside. This is where it got interesting. Unbeknown to the instructor a road on the test route was closed for maintenance meaning we had to turn down a road that lead out into the countryside. My instructor not being from my town said over the radio that he was now lost and had no idea where we were or where we were going. After he noticed I was making all the decisions at the junctions on where to turn he asked if I knew the way, to which I nooded and he sat back and followed me. After spending all the test in the countryside we headed back into town and then too the test centre, where he thanked me for a lovely ride on a very scenic route. I passed my test with only 2 minors but more surpisingly not one minor for observations which was amazing. I didn't have one lesson and did the test on my R125, i know im stuck on this for 2 years but just knowing its over and I can ride any bike in two years time is bliss. My advice which has been given so many times is think of the instructor as a sat nav in your ear. It made me relax loads. Safe riding