Transport Tales

My father was the owner of a small auto shop in the middle of the city where he was often visited by huge number of clients for some repairing work of their vehicles. My father has an old model motorbike which is used to ride when he was young. Since I was only 18, he never allowed me to ride his bike. But I somehow felt that it was high time I learn the motorbike of my father and then get a license from a driving school. In order to get a license, I also need the help of a driving instructor who can take my driving test and can thus get a license. I knew one of my father's friends who was also a driving instructor and can help me get a license but the problem was if I go to him, he would definitely inform about this to my father and then I am sure he will take me left right and center. This is why I was looking for a driving instructor who does not know my father so that I can get a driving license without my father even knowing about it. However, to get such a driving instructor was not at all easy.

I contacted some of my friends who advised me to go directly to the traffic head office and fill up the forms which are required to get a driving license. In this way, I may not need any driving instructor or their help to get a driving license. On Wednesday morning, I went along with my friend to the traffic police head office and filled up the form where I was about to enter my personal information, my date of birth another details which was needed for my identification. I entered those details and was ready to take the test. I was called by one of the cops who asked me to ride a motor bike. Since I knew how to ride a bike, it was no big task for me. The cop told me to ride the bike till the end of the road and then take a turn and come back to the starting point. I did exactly as I was asked to do and passed the driving test. The cop took my form and submitted it in the office where it was mentioned that I passed the driving test and they will issue the license shortly. I was asked to wait for an hour after which the cop called me in his office and handed my driving license to me. I was overjoyed by this and but also felt little bad as I did not let my father know about this.

In the evening, I went to my father and hugged him tightly. He asked me what is the matter and I showed him the driving license. He smiled at me and said that he knows his son has grown up. I was happy hearing this and now I go to college on my father's motorbike.