While I was in the Air Force I was stationed in California. I bought a used motorcycle and got a California drivers license for motorcycle only. When I got out, I moved back to Wisconsin. I tried to apply for a license there, but they confiscated my California license as they do not issue motorcycle only licenses. I had to have my dad pick me and my motorcycle up at the DMV. I bought a car with what little money I had and took my drivers test(passed). Soon after, I was hired by a company in New York. Bye Bye Wisconsin!
The M1 license allows you to operate all 2 wheeled vehicles such as motorcycles and the like. The M2 is aimed at scooters and electric bikes, etc. As someone who will own a Vespa in the future, I wanted to know what I was getting into. (No, not the near future).
Joe… sigh… that story makes me want to throw things.
Chug…. Fred has embraced the pink… In Portland, Voodoo Donuts is all about the pink. It’s their color. The manly Donutistas sport it well.
Brig,
Me want throw things too!
For someone who represents the state of Wisconsin to declare that they do not recognise a drivers license issued by another state… it just boggles the mind.
Brig,
While the Vespa’s engine and design qualify it for an M2- scooter license, its top speed (over 30mph) has caused California registration to put it in the M1 – motorcycle requirement. In fact, not counting mopeds, all but one model of one brand of scooter is put into the M1 requirement.
And mopeds are dangerous! I still have the scars from the 2nd and 3rd degree burns I received when my moped’s front tire went flat and the bike threw me, bouncing the exhaust pipe against the back of my leg.
@JoeMinotaur; welcome to the wonderful world of bureaucracy. When I got off active duty with the Army, I moved to maryland for a new job. When I went to register my 1980 BMW (whjich I had purchased in Europe), the woman at the MVA insisted that I was a liar and that my car couldn’t possibly exist, because my VIN was not in her little book. After hours of debate, the only way I could prove to her that I had the correct, valid VIN was to go out to the parking lot, with a police officer as witness, and take a rubbing of the VIN off the chassis. A month later, when my wife went to register her car, she happened to get the same woman at the MVA. She saw the family name, and immediately began to grumble about how I was a liar, and that my car could not possibly exist.
DCS,
I worked in Europe for two years. In W. Germany, as a defense worker, I was allowed to buy a new 1987 Ford Mustang GT through US Military sales. When I returned to the states and brought the car with me, the US Customs agent couldn’t figure out if I owed any duty on a US made car, shipped to W. Germany and now being reimported to the US. He just told me to take the car and go.
uh oh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He’s going to look awful silly riding on a little pink Vespa!
“So, how long did it take to get her license,” he said with a knowing grin.
One needs a license to ride a Vespid in California? Dude, like, what’s with all the negative waves, man?
I think Randie just started a new adventure: Getting a California M1 (Motorcycle) license. I just looked up the laws for California.
Ooops….
While I was in the Air Force I was stationed in California. I bought a used motorcycle and got a California drivers license for motorcycle only. When I got out, I moved back to Wisconsin. I tried to apply for a license there, but they confiscated my California license as they do not issue motorcycle only licenses. I had to have my dad pick me and my motorcycle up at the DMV. I bought a car with what little money I had and took my drivers test(passed). Soon after, I was hired by a company in New York. Bye Bye Wisconsin!
…and push the button, Frank.
The M1 license allows you to operate all 2 wheeled vehicles such as motorcycles and the like. The M2 is aimed at scooters and electric bikes, etc. As someone who will own a Vespa in the future, I wanted to know what I was getting into. (No, not the near future).
Joe… sigh… that story makes me want to throw things.
Chug…. Fred has embraced the pink… In Portland, Voodoo Donuts is all about the pink. It’s their color. The manly Donutistas sport it well.
Brig,
Me want throw things too!
For someone who represents the state of Wisconsin to declare that they do not recognise a drivers license issued by another state… it just boggles the mind.
Brig,
While the Vespa’s engine and design qualify it for an M2- scooter license, its top speed (over 30mph) has caused California registration to put it in the M1 – motorcycle requirement. In fact, not counting mopeds, all but one model of one brand of scooter is put into the M1 requirement.
And mopeds are dangerous! I still have the scars from the 2nd and 3rd degree burns I received when my moped’s front tire went flat and the bike threw me, bouncing the exhaust pipe against the back of my leg.
License? Randie don’t need no steeenkin’ license.
License? Randie hasn’t even gotten her green card yet!
…uh oh…the Twinkie’s out of the bag.
@JoeMinotaur; welcome to the wonderful world of bureaucracy. When I got off active duty with the Army, I moved to maryland for a new job. When I went to register my 1980 BMW (whjich I had purchased in Europe), the woman at the MVA insisted that I was a liar and that my car couldn’t possibly exist, because my VIN was not in her little book. After hours of debate, the only way I could prove to her that I had the correct, valid VIN was to go out to the parking lot, with a police officer as witness, and take a rubbing of the VIN off the chassis. A month later, when my wife went to register her car, she happened to get the same woman at the MVA. She saw the family name, and immediately began to grumble about how I was a liar, and that my car could not possibly exist.
DCS,
I worked in Europe for two years. In W. Germany, as a defense worker, I was allowed to buy a new 1987 Ford Mustang GT through US Military sales. When I returned to the states and brought the car with me, the US Customs agent couldn’t figure out if I owed any duty on a US made car, shipped to W. Germany and now being reimported to the US. He just told me to take the car and go.