It took a grand total of perhaps 10 minutes to apply for my Arizona license (with motorcycle endorsement), and receive my new card (no need to wait for it in the mail!). I was allowed to keep my New York ID for sentimental reasons, after having a couple holes punched in it. I have no cause to miss the long, slow, torturous lines at the NY DMV though. I’m getting sent up to Utah for four weeks, so I’ll have plenty of time to look for a bike to buy when I get back to Flagstaff.
I passed my motorcycle course/road test! Look out world! Pan-American Highway, I’m comin’ for ya! Well, after I’ve bought myself a bike and gotten a few thousand miles on it anyways. It’s probably not the best idea to go gallivanting off to ride in South America when I’m still not 100% sure what to do with the clutch. But still, two days of sweating balls under the Phoenix sun (even in March) was totally worth it. Also, you know you’re in Arizona when the instructor has to remind you that pulling out your Glock and firing at tailgaters is NOT an acceptable way of dealing with road rage.
Going to the DMV next week to get my actual license!