- Joined
- Jan 12, 2011
- Location
- cheyenne
So my MN tag on my motorcycle runs out today. Went down to the DMV to take care of it and switch title to OK. That would be Cheyenne OK. Small office. Waited at the counter for 10 minutes by myself. Finally a guy who could actually been older then me comes wobbling out of the house side of the office. Says "she's" at bank, should be back shortly. After another 15 minutes wait she shows up, hobbling along like she's about ready to collapse.
Well, I've dealt with her before and know how slow she is anyway. Took title to desk and she says in the mc here? I said yeah. Gives title to old guy and tells him to check #. He goes out and I ask what #. She says VIN. I tell her the mc is not on road but at my house in OK. She says we need it to check VIN. I say Okay, I'll run home ( 2 blocks ) and get it. She says I'm really feeling bad and artificial hip is aching. Can you come back after 1 ? :wallbash:
All right, I'll do that. Can we do the title on the boat and motor I bought in TX? Okay, she says, but you'll need them here too. :wallbash: :wallbash:
Okay, I'll go back with bike first since tag is out. I know I'll have to call insurance and have them fax change of insurance to their office. Another couple hours to waste later.
So then I swing by drugstore to pick up some allergy tabs. Sign on door, closed for lunch. Well, Post Office then. Closed for lunch.
Oh yeah, the joys of small town life.
So then I come home to wipe some of the dust off the bike and make sure the VIN# is easy to read. While I sit there cleaning bike a little I hear...A donkey in neighbors baying at something...that fires up the minature burro at neighbors down the road...which gets horse to whinnying...which always gets the local dogs baying in efforts to outdo each other...And then a huge-huge-huge flock of geese flys over that actually drowns out the rest of the menagerie.:sign0108: Love small towns.
Well, I've dealt with her before and know how slow she is anyway. Took title to desk and she says in the mc here? I said yeah. Gives title to old guy and tells him to check #. He goes out and I ask what #. She says VIN. I tell her the mc is not on road but at my house in OK. She says we need it to check VIN. I say Okay, I'll run home ( 2 blocks ) and get it. She says I'm really feeling bad and artificial hip is aching. Can you come back after 1 ? :wallbash:
All right, I'll do that. Can we do the title on the boat and motor I bought in TX? Okay, she says, but you'll need them here too. :wallbash: :wallbash:
Okay, I'll go back with bike first since tag is out. I know I'll have to call insurance and have them fax change of insurance to their office. Another couple hours to waste later.
So then I swing by drugstore to pick up some allergy tabs. Sign on door, closed for lunch. Well, Post Office then. Closed for lunch.
Oh yeah, the joys of small town life. So then I come home to wipe some of the dust off the bike and make sure the VIN# is easy to read. While I sit there cleaning bike a little I hear...A donkey in neighbors baying at something...that fires up the minature burro at neighbors down the road...which gets horse to whinnying...which always gets the local dogs baying in efforts to outdo each other...And then a huge-huge-huge flock of geese flys over that actually drowns out the rest of the menagerie.:sign0108: Love small towns.