I had no idea that during my test I would have to weave my motorcycle through a series of closely placed traffic pylons or I would have borrowed a much more suitable bike than a Kawasaki KH500 with a steering damper. I nicknamed it my "go fast straight only" bike. It was a bitch to be nimble at low speed.

The pylon test consisted of weaving through the pylons, turning around and weaving back through while the examiner watched. The only thing that saved me after I moved three of the eight pylons was that, upon turning around, I saw that the examiner was engaged in conversation with someone. I neatly scooted back along one side of the pylons and deftly moved two of them back in position with my foot. I stopped, got off, removed my helmet, and when the examiner had finished his conversation, I looked at the pylons and said, "Darn, that's embarrassing. I suppose you want me to do that again, eh ?" He looked at the pylons and, seeing one slightly out of line, said, "Nah, you did okay."