I'd hate for this guy to be the one to judge the motorcycle driver's course for a license!

Simply amazing riding.

Reminds me of when I took my test roughly a zillion years ago in Montana. Being terrifically broke, the only transportation I could scrape up enough money for was a little Honda 90 scooter.

Yeah, I was that broke.

Anyhow, I still had to have a motorcycle endorsement on my license, so on the appointed Saturday morning I show up to the snickers of everyone else. The one guy that didn't laugh was this huge biker guy on this full up chopper. Absolutely gorgeous, a real 1970's throwback sort of custom job, with extended forks (though not the nine foot long rediculous types), raised handlebars, etc.

Well we get to the cones and there is no way that bike is gonna make it. One got three tries; otherwise it's a fail. Twice the guy tries, and even though he handled it as well as anyone could, it was a physical impossibility.

"Hell, why don't you ride the scooter?" the officer in charge says.
"Do you mind?" the biker asks.

So here's this 300 pound leathered up biker on my little red scooter putting through the cones and nobody's saying nothing. Absolutely nothing.

But it is a mental picture I will keep forever.