Motorcycle license

Well, a few people are not going to be happy reading this: We got our motorcycle licenses! Yaaaay.
After a few lessons we went for our test and now we are deemed competent.

So after a few hours of fooling around on a parking, we take the road.
It starts out pretty bad: one of the students stalls, the driving instructor moves over to stop to wait and Emmanuelle ignores his feverish gestures to stop also, and continues down the road. I can see the instructor is dissapointed.

Now: this is what should probably scare you: we took 2 hours of theory, 8 hours of practical and 'hey-presto', one 'unlimited' bike license each.

I had been told that you'd probably get your license with a box of corn-flakes, but this is really quick. Cool, so now, all I need is a shit load of money to buy Emmanuelle the bike she likes (a BMW) and buy me a Suziki.