One Very Small Japanese Motorcycle

Why is everything in Japan is so freaking small?  I really don’t get it.  Like, they say Japanese people are short, but they’re really not.  Sure, there’s some grannies who could pass as Seven Dwarf number eight, but there’s also plenty of folks around my height, and I’m six foot.  Although I do wear a lot of vertical stripes, so maybe that makes me look taller, I don’t know.

At any rate, I finally got a gentsuki, which is what we call a moped here in Japan.  Continue reading “One Very Small Japanese Motorcycle”

Getting a Japanese Scooter License

So I finally got a Japanese driver’s license, which anyone who lives here for more than six months should really get.  Well, okay, so I got a scooter license.  Contrary to popular belief, this does not automatically make me gay.  Astride my Japanese moped, I’m easily as macho as that construction worker from The Village People, plus I have more chest hair.  Man, I love that guy. Continue reading “Getting a Japanese Scooter License”