New Sample UK Driving Theory Test Questions

Just in case you haven’t attempted to answer all 9,742 UK Driving Theory Test questions (like I have), and are studying for the test, you might want to check these out.  Alternately, maybe you’ve experienced the massive thrill of actually passing your test, so perhaps you’d like to relive the sense of  triumph you may have felt on that day.  Perhaps you will leap out of your chair and do a victory lap around your office or home.  (It at home, watch out for the coffee table and all those sharp corners.  We at BPRB are not advocating any mishaps.)

Correct answers on Key at end.  (No cheating!)


1.  You are driving towards a tunnel when you realize your vehicle has been struck by a meteor.  Your vehicle is on fire and you are now in the tunnel.  There is a lorry ahead, overturned and blocking the exit to the other end of the tunnel.  In your rearview mirror appears a large truck towing a caravan filled with what could be explosive materials.  The truck is rapidly approaching and careening.   You should:

A)  Honk at the overturned lorry.

B) Slow your vehicle, turn on your dipped headlights, and wait patiently.

C) Quickly reverse into the truck and prevent it from entering the tunnel.  Leap from your vehicle, ignore flailing lorry driver and bound towards the emergency pedestrian exit.  Once outside the tunnel, make yourself a nice cup of tea.

D) Quickly exit vehicle and roll towards overturned lorry.  Drag lorry driver from lorry and proceed to emergency pedestrian exit unless engulfed in flame before reaching exit.  Once outside of tunnel, make a nice cup of tea for yourself and for the lorry driver.

E) Honk at the meteor.

2.  You suddenly find yourself transporting a bus of small children.   You have determined that the tyre tread is less than 1.66 mm and that the octane level of the bus’ petrol is less than regulation standards.   There is a light drizzle and fog with occasional hail and cyclone-level winds.  On your journey you will need to use your:

A)  Hand brake, dimmed headlights, an emergency safety triangle and spare tyres

B)  Mobile phone, sidelights, an emergency safety square and spare petrol

C) Spare petrol, dimmed headlights, a photo of William and Kate and road map

D) Spare tyres, anti-lock brakes, scones and road flares

E) Celine Dion CD, dimmed headlights, some fags and cigarette lighter

3.  While approaching a level crossing, you see the following sign:

You should:

A) Have stayed in bed

B) Proceed with caution and use your dimmed headlights

C) Honk and increase speed as much as possible through any intersections

D) Call your husband and ask him what to do

E) Exit on the left from where you had entered

(Photo credit: Science Photo Library)

4.  Which of the following are NOT allowed on the motorway?  (Select two answers)

A)  Oversized trucks hauling 2.5 tonnes of llama feed

B)  Trucks pulling caravans with a medium-sized stabilizer tow bar and red vinyl interiors

C)  Any vehicle equipped with a very loud stereo system and a copy of “Bohemian Rhapsody”

D) Females wearing merely platform heels and lingerie in January who are at risk of hypothermia

E)  Motorcyclists who have not updated their ROV or their CAT stickers within the last four months of their QUADER probationary period or have not achieved DITTA status

5. Elderly pedestrians are walking along the pavement wearing red reflective lights as earrings and lanyards. One pedestrian also carries a hemp tote bag with a decorative reflective yellow bird. This means:

A) That you should honk at the pedestrians

B) That there is a UK Burning Man called “Mildewy Man”

C) That the pedestrian with the tote bag is training for the Olympics and may attempt to hurdle your vehicle

D) That the pedestrians are on an organized walk and you cannot join them as you have not booked ahead

E) That hemp is a multi-faceted fabric appreciated by walkers, artists, and outdoor enthusiasts of many ages


1. B

2. A

3. E

4. B & D

5. D

To pass you must have answered all questions correctly without more than 2.5 seconds of hesitation. If you failed, sorry! Better luck next time!

Driving Theory Test Attempt #1

Despite taking practice tests for the last four days, I failed my multiple choice theory test today by (ready folks?) one bloomin’ point.


I was struggling with the Hazard Perception practice tests over the weekend, but had finally figured them out.  (Clicking in a “repetitive” pattern makes your test invalid and then you get a zero.)   I knew I was pushing the multiple choice part since I didn’t have much time to study last week and had only passed a few practice tests. Apparently I haven’t memorized all my signs.

Easy signs

Complex sign

But I really thought I passed.  I’d memorized half of the questions and answers by now after taking so many practice road sign tests.  Just booked the next one and am racing against the clock to pass the Theory test so I can book for the driving test, which usually has an eight week waiting list.  You can’t book that until you pass the Theory test.

More of this

And this

After July 18 I can’t drive on my US license anymore, so we’re trying to get me in before then.  I’m thinking there’s going to be a month or two where I can’t drive again.  Roundabouts still make me nervous.

At least I know what to do if I come across a herd of sheep and a shepherd asks me to stop.  (Answer:  stop and turn off the engine.)

The Rules of the Road, UK Style

Guess who got so irritated at not being able to drive herself to the gym yesterday that she just up and did it? Yep.

And no one died. In fact no one even honked, and husband’s car was returned intact. Very, very exciting.

After calling C. for help in getting the car started (the wheel tends to lock and then the door locks all click over and over instead of the ignition starting, which is kind of freaky), I inched out of our jam-packed street and prayed to whomever felt like listening that I make it to my destination without mishap.

I’ve pretty much got the pedestrian crossings down now–the pelican, zebra and toucan. One thing that I really appreciate about England is the walking culture. People take their walks seriously (country walks, historical walks, etc.), and pedestrians are considered valid life forms with an inherent right to be on the road and the pavement (sidewalk).

One must stop at all zebra crossings and wait until the pedestrian has arrived safely at the other side of the street. Even if someone looks like they’re waiting to cross, cars must stop. This still gets me when I’m walking. I’m always standing there waiting to be waved on and shocked when I realize that they’ve stopped and are giving me right of way.

Zebra crossing. Short "e," which caused all sorts of confusion the first time I heard it.

There’s a puffin crossing too, which, I have to admit, made me chuckle. The Brits love their birds, which, as an amateur enthusiast, gives me hope that I’ll find other twitchers like myself.

Toucan crossing. Fruit Loops not provided.

Perhaps my favorite crossing-related word in the UK, though, is lollipop woman and lollipop man.

Crossing Guard in the US, lollipop woman in the UK. Very Willy Wonka.

But back to roundabouts—Monday’s dragon. At rush hour, they’re especially terrifying. I was so relieved to chat with a retired woman last night who agreed that one just sort of hopes for the best and rushes out into a Cyclops-like whirligig of cars flying around a circle at about thirty miles an hour. So it’s not just me.

Just one of the many circles of hell.

It’s hard to tell if one can go or not, and everything about the roundabout feels arbitrary. I think it’s sort of like building a nest–one’s just born in England with the knowledge of how to navigate each local roundabout as each seems to have its own rule. Maybe the right lane is a certain death, or one lane filters into another. Maybe there’s another roundabout right *after* that roundabout, so you need to know which lane to get in immediately upon exiting. The goal for most on the roundabout seems to be to scare others out of their way. And frightened I am. I like to hang out on the edge and wait for a nice, huge gap while the people on the right zoom in. It’s almost like they’re eager to get in there, like there’s a prize on the other side.

At least I’ve got my nice magnetic “P” to slap on the front and back of the car to warn folks that I’m only a permit driver. So far the others seem pretty sympathetic, letting me in and generally tolerating my creeping along.

In one, the notorious “Tesco Roundabout,” (similar to pic above) the right lane is bad news unless you have to go all the way around. Then it’s good. Otherwise, given that there are three lanes INSIDE the roundabout, you don’t want to be there because then you’ll have to scoot over two lanes to get off. Or, instead of scoot, just “drift,” as my instructor says.

But the notion of drifting seems all wrong on the roundabout. Drifting is for manatees or tree branches in rivers. Instead, think verbs for fighter jets. Roaring, zooming, edging maybe, but no drifting.

It’s going to be a while before I’m on the highway–probably a long while–but for now my next dragon is that Tesco roundabout. And soon…the theory test!


Today I had my second driving lesson with the calm and intrepid Mr. Anderson of Gillingham driving school. When I first arrived in town, I swore that I wouldn’t get near a driving instructor until maybe, um, spring of 2011. But then I rode C.’s 25 year-old mountain bike that weighs about 400 pounds, and since we live in a valley one has to go up a very long hill to get anywhere, so I thought, hmmmm, ok, maybe driving lessons earlier.

Commence terrorism of locals.

As you all know, Americans and Brits drive on different sides of the road. It’s a big joke in the States, when finding oneself on a completely isolated country road, maybe on a bright sunny day, to veer the car off to the left a bit, scaring one’s passenger(s), and exclaiming, “Look! We’re in England!”

That’s all very good fun and no one gets hurt.

But here, driving on twisty turny roads now accommodating two sets of parked cars half up on the curb, traffic going both ways, and various cyclists and pedestrians, there’s no room for such Tomfoolery. Not even for a second.

Kansas this ain’t.

My instructor is much younger than he sounds on the phone, but he’s got a confident air and has clearly driven with frightened new drivers before, which puts me at ease. His mother is a friend of my mother-in-law, so I figured that the chances of him declaring me unteachable and banning me from ever driving in the UK are perhaps a bit less with the connection.

Good stuff, as he says often during our hour and a half lessons. Good stuff. I think this is his very kind way of saying, “Thank you so much for not killing me today even though we went up over the sidewalk three times and you almost hit half the parked cars.” Either that or he can’t think of anything I’ve done right, hence the general declaration of some positive elements existing somewhere.


After two lessons I can say simply this about driving in the UK: “The roundabout is your friend, the roundabout is your friend….” This is my new mantra. I don’t believe it for a second, and am absolutely terrified every time I approach a roundabout, but, as the Queen suggested, I’ll Keep Calm and Carry On.

Or at least take enough anti-anxiety medication to appear calm.

The other thing I’ll say about driving in the UK after three hours of professional instruction is that I am terrified not only when I approach a roundabout but also every second I’m in gear and on the road, as everything about it–driving on the left side, being in the passenger’s seat, shifting with my left hand, and about twenty other counterintuitive patterns–make me feel like I am going to crash. So, in other words, my experience of driving in the UK can be summed up as “We’re all gonna die.”

Good stuff, good stuff.

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