Not a checkride, but a similar story to SASless's.
Quite some years ago, I was a new member of a flying club, at the UK's smallest licensed airfield. One particular pilot had asked me a few times to go flying with him, so one day I did, in a Beagle Husky (a high wing taildragger monoplane, used for banner towing).
He took off and gave me control. The intercom didn't work, so comms weren't easy. Not being at all familiar with that type, I had no idea about speeds etc but we poled around for about twenty minutes, did steep turns etc and a stall then went back to the circuit. He told me to carry on and fly the (crosswind) landing, so I did. On finals he shouted to me that "the heel brakes are a bit tricky and needed a very hard push, so watch out with this crosswind".
The brakes were completely ineffective, so much so that I thought I felt the floor mountings bend. Anyway, we slowed to a (fast) taxying speed within the confines of the airfield, but only just.
I turned off the grass strip and began to taxi in. I commented that the brakes weren't any good at all. He looked at me and suddenly said "Oh $hit! I have control - I've just realised - there are no brake pedals on your side of the cockpit, only heel rests!"
I had been trying to push the heel rests through the floor!
We shut down. As we climbed out he complimented me on the crosswind landing and asked me how many hours total I had on taildraggers. I told him "about twenty five minutes by now, I should think..."
He looked at me.....
His verbal reply was completely unprintable but I got free rides in a Chipmunk and a Steen Skybolt shortly afterwards.
