Apparently, it's cool to ride a motorbike! We decided to see if cool could rub onto us.

So, on a cold airfield in Surrey we all met up. The 6 Amigos. Ready to wobble our way to new adventures.

As we were unable to take any pictures during the day, we have had to use stand in pictures.

The group consisted of a few people who had ridden bikes when they were younger, both on and off the road, and the victims who would be learning to fall off for the very first time today.

There are two types of bones breaks. The first is a fracture. This is just a short crack in a bone. The second is a compound fracture. This is where the bone sticks out of your fleshy skin sack.

We agreed earlier that there was a prize for the most entertaining dismount of the day, the prize being a trip to Guildford A&E. I volunteered my car for such an excursion for a number of reasons.

1)I have always always wanted to be pulled over for speeding on the way to a hospital! Haven't we all really. “I'm sorry officer, it's just my friend has his thigh bone sticking out of his foot”.

2)My car has a red interior.

The first part of the day was getting talked through various stages of the day.

They were probably important, and for the life of me I can't remember much of this bit. Having only just got off a flight a day earlier and suffering from jetlag somewhat. However, it probably was important. I'll check back with the other guys later about it.

The next bit was gearing up.

There are two parts of a motorbike accident.

The first is coming off your bike. The clothing is meant to limit the damage as you come to a stop on the road (or hedge).

The second part of the motorbike accident is being hit by a car or lorry whilst sitting in the road. The best bit of advice we probably got was – get out of the road as quick as you can.

Either way, bits clothing are designed to minimize the damage.

Apparently an all in one leather suit is just to keep all the bits of you in a single bag when you've been run over. Saves the fire brigade having to jet wash the road of your blood. And easier for the autoposy “where's his arm”, and saves the Police a black plastic bag.

We were then told the dangers of buying a helmet off the Internet. So much for my internet sourced helmet then. The chances of it being comfortable were slim. Apparently. But no worries, how bad can an uncomfortable helmet be? Well, I didn't find out 'cause my helmet was perfect! What did anyone expect for £26?

So, after the safety briefing it was off to see our bikes. Our 125cc steeds. The cylinder of power. The 4 stroke of smooth.

First job was learning how to get them on and off the stands. Should be easy. Maybe.

You have to remember at this point that if you have never done anything with a motorbike, other than chosen Super Mario Mach Bike, then this is a lot to take in. In the same way that learning to drive a car was hard work to start with, a motorbike seems about 3 times more fiddly. Plus the stress of being able to fall off it as well is still lurking in your mind somewhere.

Mastering the stand took a few minutes, and then we were off. Pushing the bikes up a hill, in full gear and crash helmets on.

Probably wasn't a big hill, and probably wasn't very far, but by the top I wanted to throw up a lung into my helmet. I was knackered. Can't speak for the rest of the group, but a recovery time of 5 minutes was far too long. Probably should have taken my helmet off to be honest, but as compliant little students we didn't do anything that they didn't tell us to do. If suffocating was the order of the day, them damnit I'm gonna be on the ground dead. I'll follow orders even if it kills me.

At this point, I sort of lost track of what we were doing. Most of it involved going slowly and trying not to fall off.

Various members of our group darted off in various directions, and we soon got into the swing of a comedy stalling.

I on the other hand was suffering from comedy accelerating, usually towards something hard. Followed by liberal use of the brakes and comedy stalling.

In fact, I'm pleased to say that our group was so bad in fact, that near the end of the comedy stalling period we were told that we were all “rubbish”, and that the instructors were considering not letting any of us on the road.

So, after a few more minutes of concentrating we convinced the instructors to let us on the road. After lunch that is.

At 2pm we were back on the bikes getting a bit of speed in. First part was to ride around the airfield at Dunsfold Park and get a bit of pace in before going out on the road.

I say speed, but really I mean 22mph. Maybe not as fast as that.

In fact, someone even mentioned that they were flying along, looked at the speedo expecting 40-50mph and discovered it said 15mph.

For me personally, I could not believe the wind resistance from 20 to 30mph. Nor could I believe how many holes I had in my attire because bits of me were freezing to death.

After a brief stop to sort out radios, and to cover up the cold bits, we went onto the public road.

We then rode around Surrey for the next 40-50 miles over 2 hours. I genuinely could not believe that we had been on the road for so long in fact. We had a short stop at a garage, before finishing that final 15 miles.

The end of the day resulted in 6 people begging to pass their CBT. Well, at least 4 from what we could tell as a couple of us had it in the bag.

One person was kept behind to beg for another 15 minutes, but overall it was a successful day! 6 passes, 0 deaths, and we still don't know how to break wing mirrors on cars. Apparently we have to pick up that habit on our own!