I was at a gas station filling the Tri-Glides tank to day, When a Toyota Puke-is pulls up behind me, And the driver comes up to me... And seeing he drives a Puke-is and he's also an old guy [At least 70] Right away i know this conversation isn't gonna turn out peaches and cream..... I should of just turned away, And point to my helmet and say i can't hear you....But being my lovable self, I made full eye contact, And said can i help you....This where it gets strange ' The old guy asks how can he get a Motorcycle License.
So i said go to DMV... Take the written test practice riding and then take the driver's test.... Then he says that the keeps on falling the written test [3 0r 4times].. At that point i looked him in the eye and told him in no uncertain terms , ''You'' should not be riding a motorcycle... Your gonna kill your self or some one else..And evidently its a good you can't pass the test.. Stick with your Puke-is that might keep you out of trouble..
So i said go to DMV... Take the written test practice riding and then take the driver's test.... Then he says that the keeps on falling the written test [3 0r 4times].. At that point i looked him in the eye and told him in no uncertain terms , ''You'' should not be riding a motorcycle... Your gonna kill your self or some one else..And evidently its a good you can't pass the test.. Stick with your Puke-is that might keep you out of trouble..