Class M permit

Today is my Sunday.

I lazed about a bit, then made the move to the other room.

One of my roommates -- like a flatmate, we share the house not a single room -- moved out a while ago and the other roomie and I haven't been able to find a replacement.

Since I've been living in the smallest room in the house, I decided to move into the open space. I'm paying for it after all.

It took a bit of cleaning, I can be pretty messy, but around 3 p.m. I was about done and had my computer hooked up.

I took a few practice motorcycle tests online and checked to see if the DMV had appointments for Monday to take the written Class M test.

The site said there was a six minute wait. It was 3:40.

I changed clothes, drove over and filled out the form.

Barely any wait, but I browsed through the motorcycle handbook for about five minutes.

Called to the counter, handed over the paperwork, paid the 33 bucks, got my picture taken, took the test.

I had to pee.

Held it in.

Missed two questions.

Passed.

Now I can legally ride a motorcycle.

Just not at night. Or on the freeway. Or with a passenger.

So stoked.

My dad asked my about a month ago if I wanted his bike.

It's a 2000 (I think) Honda Goldwing. A beast of a bike.

Hell yeah I want the motorcycle!

He's bringing it up in a week. I can't wait.

I have almost zero experience on a bike. I rode a friend's dirt bike a couple times when I was a teenager, and I rode my dad's old bike around the block once. I dropped it when I got back to my parents' house.

That's it.

This is my story about learning to ride and riding a motorcycle.