That I did always love...

I have a motorcycle license, bitches

WOO HOO!!  She did it!  She got her M!  Way to go, Georgiegirl!  Winston!  You’ve got yourself a motorcycle Mama!

I love having that “M” on my license.  Makes me feel so bad and tough.  LOL.

georgiegirlnyc:

I tossed and turned all night with worry.  Not only was I worried about my Vespa test but I also had a scary doctor appointment to deal with.  I woke up at 5.30am and lay there chanting to myself ‘Today is going to be fantastic, today is going to be fantastic’.

We drove over to Red Hook in Brooklyn.  John on my Vespa, me following in the rental car.  We arrived and chatted to the people next to us in line.  I waited nervously.  The testing lady arrived and the guy who was first in line asked if I wanted to go first.  I’m guessing he was either more nervous than me or wanted to see what she would make me do.  I said yes because I wanted to get it over with and also because I already knew what she was going to make me do.

I started off by doing 3 circles to the right, 3 circles to the left, and 3 figure eights without stopping or putting my feet down.  With eight people watching my every move.  My body was unbelievably tense the entire time.  I made it.  Not particularly gracefully, but who cares about grace when riding a Vespa.

The remainder of the test involved John driving the testing lady in the car behind me.  He would beep the directions - one beep for right and two beeps for left.  I was awesome.  Oh, except for the stop sign.  But let’s not talk about that.

Overall, it was a PASS!!

And now I can stop worrying about police pulling me over and impounding my Vespa because I am 100% legal!

Oh and, I get to tell people I have a motorcycle license.  That’s kind of cool, don’t you think?