The biggest fear I had when I took my test on July 23, 1985, was stalling a hill start.
I had heard rumours that one or two "testers" didn't bother with the hill start.
Not mine. And not only did I have to do the hill start, but I had to make a three-point turn on a hill. I bumped the kerb, but didn't mount it, as I reversed.
Covered in chicken pox scars from an illness I had barely recovered from, I wasn't optimistic.
But I'll never forget the words: "You'd better come and get your licence."
Minutes later, I should have had it taken off me after I drove through a stop sign and nearly got cleaned out by a car that left two scorching tyre marks on Hannah St.
I was barely 500m from the MOT office where I had taken the test.
Shaking and petrified, I didn't want to drive.
My father made me drive home.
Another scare a few months later taught me a valuable lesson.
Heading south on Kiripaka Rd, I lost control in wet weather and slammed on the brakes.
My vehicle stopped sliding on the wrong side of the road facing north.
Those two near misses jolted me into a safer driving mode.
A few months ago, I witnessed a crash in wet weather, the car sliding toward our vehicle, spinning 360 degrees and slamming into a bank.
We phoned in the 111 - the driver survived.
Seeing that spinning car invoked a sense of dread. Luckily I have only ever felt that emotion, and not the impact of a crashing car.
Driving tests should be tough - if they were easy, there would be more carnage on our roads. More injuries. More deaths. More devastated families.
To Whangarei driving testers, keep up the good work.