Wild Motorcycle Tales Here's a great story from Jim. Got your own story? Send it to me. Easy Testing In 1972, I was living in Fairfax County, Virginia and riding motorcycles for a couple of years, mostly through the kindness of others taking pity and being brave enough to trust me with their machines. It was time to buy my first motorcycle, a 1972 Honda CB360, and become a licensed rider. I went to the DMV, got the book and started studying. I dutifully and eagerly learned it all and could execute perfectly the figure 8, winding through the cones and everything else required. An older friend, Alan, had taken the test on his 125cc Honda and lived close to the DMV office in Fairfax and said it would be easier to pass using his 125 and would meet me there on the test day with the bike for me to use. Well, the day came and I nervously took the written test, passed and followed the instruction to bring the bike to a designated spot in the parking lot. Outside, Alan and I waited with the bike for the examiner. The examiner came outside, called my name and told me to pull in behind the car he got into. I started the bike to follow him but my friend said, "No. He meant you will be next." The examiner and car drove out of sight and I removed my helmet and waited. Twenty minutes later he came through the door with papers in hand and I started to get ready to go. But to my surprise, he handed the papers to me and said, "You did great but I must have lost you in traffic." The words were on the tip of my tongue, "But I ..." He turned and went back inside and I've been riding ever since.
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