On day two, I re-master riding this bike that I can ride this motorbike while standing and hands off (of course I clutch with half gear). [being show off]. However, after a few days riding motorbike without license and managed to blend in among the convoi, my days without getting screened by police has come to an end. When i ride on this one way road, I saw the big group of police direct the bikers to the side of the road and ask everyone to produce the bike paperwork and the riding license. sigh... nooo... I'm dooom. [or maybe not]
when it comes to my turn I gave only the bike papers. Then the police return it and ask for the license, dot..dot..dot.. I gave him my Australian drivers license. The police a bit confused with the color of the license and then he gave it back to me and tell me to go. hahaha... I don't get caught... so I leave lah...
Initially I had a thought of using my brother's license but that'd be stupid if they ask me to take off my helmet and the picture doesn't match.
Speaking of borrowing ID [drifting the story] I recalled one day I went for clubbing with these two girls C and L. L forgot her ID so C kinda tot, "I'll use my passport and you'll use my drivers license, we both asians the guard won't be able to distinguish us anyway". So to speak, apparently it didn't work. It's not that the guard managed to match the picture on the ID, but the guard asked L "so tell me what's your birthday?".... errr.... doom, we couldn't get in. ***