The motorcycle post

I’ve been putting this post off because I don’t even know where to begin, but I think we’ll hit the good first and then come back for the bad and the ugly.

So, I got a bike on Wednesday! And it’s pink, and it has training wheels and streamers and a horn and… not really. But I could get all those things if I wanted them, and this bike would still be badass. (Since badass is in the dictionary, I figured it was probably OK to use it on a PG-rated site.) The motorcycle is a 2005 Suzuki GS500F in black and red, and it’s only got about 1800 miles on it. Practically like new. Let’s see some pictures, shall we?

Unfortunately, the carport where the bike is parked in the pictures is probably where it’s going to stay for a few months. For you see, mine is a tale of gross incompetence and blunder by our prestigious community college, which I’m no longer proud to say I attended for three years. I was signed up to take a basic riding course offered through Pima Community College and sanctioned by the Motorcycle Safety Foundation. For whatever reason, the course is taught on-base at Davis-Monthan AFB—as if PCC were too good to use their own wide-open parking lots. The timing of the class was absolutely perfect: I got my bike Wednesday, the first class was on Thursday, and the last two were Saturday and Sunday. I’d be licensed and riding on the streets by Monday of the following week. Or so I thought.

I showed up at DMAFB at 5:10 Thursday night in preparation for the 5:30 class. I didn’t know where I was supposed to go, and I like being prepared, so it was better to be 20 minutes early than 1 minute late. The rest of the students started trickling in around 5:25, and the instructor finally showed up right at 5:30. Everyone but me has a handful of papers and their passports. “Strange”, I think to myself, “but whatever”. After the instructor signed a few people in, he asked me for my waiver and my passport. “My waiver and my passport?” I ask. “What waiver?” Well, guess who didn’t get the memo! Yep, that would be me. PCC sent out a packet of information to every student in the class—every student except me, of course.

Now it’s 5:35 and I’m panicking. The passport (or birth certificate, which I also did not have on me) serves as proof of citizenship, and it’s required to get on base. I’m pleading with the instructor and the gears are turning as I propose all kinds of solutions. There was even an Army guy taking the class who offered to sign me in as his guest, but no dice. I promised the instructor I would produce a passport on Saturday if he’d let me in, but he wouldn’t go for it. He did, however, tell me that class would actually start at 6:00, and he asked me how far away I live from the base. When I told him it was thirty minutes north of there, he asked me if I could make it back in time (by 6:00). I didn’t stick around long enough to see this guy’s motorcycle skills, but one thing’s for sure: his math skills aren’t too great.

I went home despondent and pissed off, mostly because I knew the next available class wasn’t until October 2. Now it’s time to put Plan B into action, though. I know you’re wondering what Plan B is. You’re thinking to yourself, “He can’t possibly be stupid enough to try and teach himself how to ride.” If you were thinking that, you would, in fact, be wrong. I’m taking the written test at the MVD sometime this week to get my Class M permit, and I’ve already read through the manuals put out by the Arizona MVD and the MSF—twice. In fact, the MSF manual that’s available online is the exact same one they use in the class I’m (re-)scheduled to take. I also ordered Proficient Motorcycling: The Ultimate Guide to Riding Well from Amazon, and that’ll be here Wednesday. Finally, I have several friends who are experienced riders, and I plan to enlist their help as I navigate through the treacherous terrain of local parking lots.

Wish me luck! Oh, and if anyone needs some organs that are in good shape (good genes, no smoking, and minimal drinking), I think my friends have started a pool. Get in touch with them if you want dibs on any of the good stuff: the biceps, the face, the flowing locks, etc.