Back at work after a successful trip to the DMV. The road test went smoothly and I got marked down on only two points. I drove down Fair Oaks at 30mph instead of the posted 25mph and didn't spot it when he turned on his headlights. I was supposed to acknowledge the lights with a raised arm. The sun was bright so he didn't mark me down for it. The headset had lost its pad and my helmet pressed it painfully against my ear.
  I chatted with a guy riding a sparkling full dress Harley while we waited our turn for the road test. He's a painter from Milwaukee and it sounded like he owns the business or runs a crew doing commercial and renovation painting. He told me about a rally in New Hampshire (I think) that he and unspecified others are going to this June and we talked about my plans. It was a good way for the both of us to bleed off our nervousness over the test.
 While looking over my bike, the evaluator said something about 'The Who' and 'mods and rockers', some of those cultural references about Vespas that are a little before my time. I smiled, but was to preoccupied with the test to really engage about it.