My so called ‘tutor’ is working as a pizza delivery guy at Domino’s. He’s
trying his best to pass on his knowledge, but is not able to answer most of my
questions. My Arai helmet is on my head. My riding pants, jacket, boots, back
protector is all Dainese. I’m in a restaurant’s parking lot. I’m on a worn out
YBR125 given from the training center and there’s a guy wearing a Domino’s
uniform running next to me with one hand on my bike.
This wasn’t what I had
imagined riding would be like but I stick with it until I get my license. As I
slalom around the cones during my driving test, I win the attention of the
uninterested officials by honking at them. License –check, next...
