Yeah… what about that? Well, as you might know, I packed the scooter into the shipping container with the rest of my stuff. I unloaded it and put it in the garage. Did I mention we have a garage. We do. We have the garage. Super.

And it’s been there since.

Why? It’s partially my own fault. While I was in Pennsylvania, I allowed the registration on the scooter to lapse. It is now not street legal since it’s not registered anywhere. You wouldn’t think that would be a problem anywhere but Pennsylvania, but apparently it is.

So what must I do to get it registered? Simple. I fill out a rather bizarre form explaining that the Vehicle Identification Number that I’m submitting is, in fact, the real Vehicle Identification Number. That form must be notarized.

You can then mail that form, your title and the fees (which are a bit complicated to figure out) to the Vehicle Licensing division of the Washington Department of Licensing in Olympia. You can also go to a Vehicle Licensing Office and wait in line. I’m choosing to wait in line. You can get the form notarized there and they’ll tell you the exact fees. You also don’t have to worry about the title getting lost in the mail. This office is not the DMV. It’s also not AAA.

Oh, but before all of that, I need a valid Washington State drivers license. Easy to get? Heck no! You need to prove you live here. You have to prove the crap out of it.

I need to bring my Pennsylvania license to prove I am me. I have to provide my social security number to prove I’m not a terrorist (terrorists don’t have social security numbers, remember?). And I also need to prove that I live at my address. I can’t do that by bringing along my lease. I can’t do it by cell phone bill or Netflix. Can’t do it by showing them my local bank statement. Credit card statement? Nope. Rental insurance statement? No way! All those could be and probably are fake!

You can only prove you live where you claim to by showing them a utility bill (there are other ways, but I rent, so there aren’t other ways for me).

You can also show two items from another list of seemingly random things. Like if I showed them my auto insurance policy and something from the IRS, it would be cool.

I’m bringing everything I can get my hands on. Even my lease and other stuff they say they won’t accept. I should have enough to pass, but who knows with the DMV.

Speaking of which, the DMV is closed on Mondays. It’ll also be closed tomorrow because of Veterans Day. So on Wednesday, everybody and their grandma is going to be there with me at the DMV. Yay! Let’s go!

Sarah and I are getting there an hour before they open. We’re going to bring breakfast. It’ll be like waiting in line for Star Wars tickets… except the end result, no matter what it is, will be parsecs better than Episode One. The DMV sucks, but not nearly that bad!

Then and only then can we change the scooter and car over. And only then will I finally be able to ride. It’s been weeks since I have. I’m going through major withdrawal.