Spinning out on me, Don't need no man...

In Ayrshire we are home to the fabulous Whitlett's Roundabout.

The very name strikes fear into experienced drivers and learner alike. There are five legs to this roundabout, 5 in and 5 out. Three of these legs have three lanes each.

Originally you just fired at it, the faster you went and the more aggressively you drove the simpler it was to get round.

But now, in the days of health and safety and care, they installed staggered traffic lights and then drew lines on the ground to "assist" in the traversing of the roundabout.

Oh my giddy aunt.

There are a minimum of 4 lanes around it at any given time -and criss crossing lines allowing any of the five entry points, access to any of the four lanes, meaning that there is just a patchwork of lines, and no one really has any idea exactly where they are going - they just charge.

When Boy sat his test, he said to the examiner, "How about we don't do the Whitlett's?" The examiner obliged.

Tooli opted to sit her test in another town.

Si on the other hand, drives through it, but the destination we achieve is entirely dependent upon which lane he enters. We have a one in four chance of going where we want -)