I remember training a lad in Frome who was particularly switched on. One of the few who seemed to listen and take everything in. Was a very good day. Did everything I asked. At the end of the roadride we returned to see his mate parked up on his 'ped waiting for him. I issued the CBT certificate, he went outside to see his mate, stuffed his jacket and gloves under the seat of his bike, and rode off into the sunset. I give up! :