
drew elements which indicated the motorcycle position - here, the engine oil - check here and so I wanted to test-drive arm, the examiner smiled and pointed to a hanging paper towels, I jumped a little and showed - as, "I should have. .. " - Well, please continue - urged.
dressed helmet, whistle exhaled air, is not equal to the calm breathing rhythmically. I took the machine with feet and moved about 5 meters, posh examiner disappeared from my sight. Without waiting I started to rush baby to warm the engine. - Please take the next maneuver. I got in a shot singles and gas ... before entering the eight losing my balance and leg propped up, but do not interrupt. They began with pirouettes like a ballerina, in a quiet counting each lap, one, one, one, one, two, two, two, two, ..., five, five, was already five? good going away, hand movement directs me to the elevation. Stop number one, make sure gas and clutch up, I went ... cheers, joy, a hymn to the glory of my ... the engine died. One second lasts for years, the movement of the head in the direction of the examiner - "I repeat that?" - No, please do more maneuvers.
Square passed the whole group, Tom and I praise the feelings.
Observing the street, or that the movement did not increase, which may cause additional difficulties when driving. I am this time as a third. The two quickly came back to me with positive results. A brief conversation with the driver examiner has increased already high morale. I confident of their skills, "what more you need to know for the exam?" - I asked myself. Helmet, goggles on his nose, fastening jackets, gloves on his hands. - Ready? - A voice in the handset. I nodded affirming. Single and gas.
feeling that came over me after leaving the gate confirmed that the exam is celebrating today, and I watch as my first dream motorcycle.
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