...motorcycle endorsement!
For those who participated in my recent poll, I thank you for your willingness to be good sports. Sadly, you will likely all be wrong. I mean, you still have a chance. Some institution of higher learning MIGHT decide to bestow upon me an honorary academic degree. Someone MIGHT send me to the Caribbean next week to learn SCUBA. It's possible the state police will issue me a handgun permit before I even apply for one. (I do have the application filled out, by the way.) And maybe I'll even play some crazy fiction character and "borrow" a plane from Lincoln Park airport to save the world with.
But surely you're all rational people, and you know none of these things will happen. What has happened is that (after 2 hours at the local DMV center) I have a motorcycle permit. I won't take the road test for several weeks, but I have the scooter and helmet, and by the end of the day I should have insurance, title and registration. No, I'm not going through a mid-twenties crisis. As you can see, this scooter is NOT cool by the standards of anyone with a real motorcycle. I sought the advice of a variety of friends, including the ever-helpful JD.
Feel free to leave appalled or ecstatic comments.
I know, very wannabe space-age. The brand, price, and engine size were right.
2 comments:
Who is JD? I certainly hope that is not what you are now calling your son. Nice color. I want to see a picture of your helmet and/or you on the "scooter."
if only it were a Vespa
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