Motorcycle Lessons


In May I had to go through all kinds of crazy horse-shit in order to get a motorcycle license (that I never even ended up getting).

Renewing my expired Jersey license so I can trade it in for a New York State license.
Later that week I took the L train out to Williamsburg...
danny
...and went to motorcycle school.
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Our instructor, Danny.
Sha-blamo.
Over the next couple of weeks, I practiced riding a lot.
danny
Towards the end of May, I took a half-day off work and went out to Brooklyn to take the road test.
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Me and the other guy scheduled to take the test that day.
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He was digging my green sparkly helmet
Jealous?
The bike ended up having mechanical problems and the instructor told us we'd have to reschedule.
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Hailing a cab back to Manhattan. A couple weeks later someone I know got permanently disfigured when an elderly woman ran a stop sign and t-boned him riding his motorcycle...and I never bothered to reschedule my test.