that’s a awesome story. How old are you now tho?When i went in to take the test for my M/C permit @ 14, after i completed the test and gave it to the Highway Patrol Officer at the desk. He took a quick glance at it and said "Aren't you Harold T's boy?" I responded with a yes sir... He tore up my test and tossed it in the trash can. I was thinking "What did Dad do to piss this guy off?" As he was shuffling paperwork into a large envelope. The Officer handed me the envelope and told me to take it to my Dad and have him sign it. When i ask him how i was supposed to get there, he responded with "Well, you rode your motorcycle here didn't you?" It baffled me that a cop is telling me to ride without a license to get signatures... I rode over to the Asphalt Plant and caught dad, just as he pulled up.
Then I returned to the Highway Patrol station: The Officer told me to stand on that line then, took my picture. (I no kidding thought i was being booked!) His demeanor was well, less than cordial.
Next thing i know, he says "Here ya go" handing me my license..
I read the "CLASS: A,M,R." Being a tad confused, I asked, he said: "Its a Class A, with a M/C endorsement, with Restrictions." So what are the restrictions, he told me i can not drive a Bus with more than 21 people on it. Because i was not yet 21 years old!
He then explained to me why Wyoming does this:
My parents own and operate a business which involves cars, trucks and heavy equipment. The State knows that i would be operating that equipment anyway, so they just as well make it legal to do so.
I did not take any test (that was "looked at", anyways). No skills test, nothin'. Just my pop's signature.
The Officer did explain that "If" i wreck, It will be the business and insurance that has to pay and that he was quite sure that dad would take it out of my hide... Well, No KIDDIN'...
My M/C was a Ossa 250 Pioneer, that it took little time for me to loose interest in, now being licensed for nearly anything on the road. Besides M/C's don't have a very good heater! Wyoming winters are STUPID Cold!
My very first "Open Highway" drive was in a Kenworth.. Pulling a 26" tandem rock crusher. From Bear Oil to Rawlins Wyoming. (About 130 miles). It wasn't until we reached the plant in Rawlins, when i told dad, "Well, you could have showed me the gear pattern before leaving me in Bear Oil". Yep' well before i ever drove a car. It wasn't until i was 17. when i had my first fender-bender. On black ice, in town, driving a 4wd Bronco.
Nothin like learning by doing!
The coolest part was going to school in Utah, Jr High, being the only student with a D/L. But little did i know how much i should have cherished that Commercial License.
And my grandfather told me once he was the only kid who drove in third grade he also told me he was the only one who shaved every morning and was already married expecting kids. Turns out my grandfather wasn’t very educated. He said he quit school because of recess. He dint have time for that shit. He had work today 😂😂 I miss that man something crazy