I suppose I was still technically a learner at the time. Put it this way, I still had L-plates.
It was the day of the two-part test in about 1980, and I was doing the second part, the road test probably unchanged from the 1950s or before where you rode round and round and at one point the examiner would jump out and wave an arm for an emergency stop.
No, I didn't run the examiner over - I know what you're thinking! But while I was on the downwind leg of the circuit, away from the examiner, the bloody MZ died on me. 100 per cent.
Sh*t!! Divine inspiration came to me, though, and I quickly unscrewed the side panel and reconnected the battery lead. Phew! But the side panel didn't want to go back on, and time was running out.
So I stuffed it in a litter bin, and rode on. The examiner didn't seem too put out I was a minute late, and he didn't spot that part of the bike was missing.
A few Highway Code questions from a flip booklet and I'd passed. Off came the L-plates, and I was able to retrace my steps and recover the rest of the bike from the bin.
It would never have happened in the 21st century