Ok, now I can leagally drive my italian sweetheart! I got my motorcycle learners permit this morning and got my insurance all set up. I guess now I can burn up the hot metropolis of Smyrna. . . Look out!
You know, the DMV is a great place to look at a cross-section of life in your area. If they had a coffee shop there, it might be my new hang-out. I was behind an immigrant who was trying to pass off a tax id number as a social. The DMV worker looked at the person as if she had seen this attempt 1000 times.
I'm 5'11" and was behind an african-american woman who was probably 4 inches taller than me and out weighed me by about 100 pounds. She had on biker boots, skin-tight jeans, a see-through top and spiked out hair that was hot pink. I think that might be a good look for me. . .hummm. . .
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