In Britain most people seem to take the test in the driving school’s car. The one they’ve been learning in.
Massachusetts too. You can absolutely get your license without actually knowing anyone who owns a car.
Not in California. Here they expect you to provide your own car for the test at the DMV. So someone had to have taken him there for the test and loaned him the car.
The DMV expects you to show up with a car- that doesn’t mean you can’t arrange for a driving school to take you for the test and provide the car.
One driving school I found that offers this service - http://www.berkeleydrivingschool.com/road-test-assistance
but my guess is that all of them offer it
Stuart is going to be overjoyed to have made the chart at all.
As to Mee Maw and his and Leonard’s mothers - he’s just listing people he has regular interactions with.
Guys, guys relax! It was just a preliminary chart. I’m sure Sheldon will draw up a three dimensional , 7 vector, scattered piebar venn histogram in a day or two.
This. After moving to Chicago, I didn’t drive for 15 years (public trans, taxis) and let my license lapse, so I had to re-test when I started driving again. I’d scheduled a driving school to use their car just for the test, but a co-worker loaned me theirs as they lived minutes away from the testing facility.
You can even rent a moped to take your motorcycle test on.
My favorite lines was Raj’s dad: “I’ve got six children, five of whom are married and self-sufficient - I don’t think I’m the problem here.”
Why stop at three dimensions? Sheldon is smarter than that?
Because you can’t actually build a model with more than three dimensions?
Nah, Stuart was annoyed that he was part of the “practice” brunch that included Bert and Kripke several episodes ago.
Yeah, that’s what I meant above. Private driving schools will bring a group of students to the Registry to take the test in their car, for an additional cost of course.
No, the practice brunch was just Sheldon, Amy, Bert, Stuart, and the Romanian neighbor lady:
Uurgggh, OK lemme do the math here. 2017-1986ish. OK - give or take at least 31 years. I learned to drive a motorcycle while spending summers on my uncle’s farm. I was a careful driver. One day, though, I found myself at the town’s intersection and saw the Sheriff at the front of the line at a right angle to me (I was going North-South he was going West-East).
I spazzed and popped the clutch … and pulled a wheelie in front of the Sheriff and everyone. I rode the wheelie halfway into the next block before I figured out how to put the bike back onto 2 wheels (decelerate slowly). I was freaked and by the time I got to the end of the s-turn at the edge of town, was doing 100 miles per hour. I kept looking back to see the lights, but they never appeared.
A month later, I was conscripted to drive some girls (in a car) from a wedding to a wedding dance. One of the girls (a cutie … well … they were all cuties…) decided to get out of her bridesmaid dress and change. I was watching the rear-view mirror, not the speedometer. We went over a rise … and there was the Sheriff. Flashing lights went on and I pulled over.
The Sheriff, (I should really remember his name … I really should.) waved me toward his car. I got out, walked over, got in. He smiled at me and asked me to explain. I told him about (girl whose name I remember, but won’t give because she is happily married with kids and grandkids.) undressing in the back seat and because of this not watching the speedometer. He laughed and said, "I’d let you off, but you pulled a wheelie in front of me - and I know you don’t have a motorcycle license. You have one month to take the (Cycle) test, and pay this speeding ticket, or I will throw the book at you.
3 and 1/2 weeks later, I rode the cycle into town (without license) and took my test and paid my fine. I was 17.
A year later, while in college in another state, I drove my own car to the DMV to get my driver’s license. The mayor of the town I was in clamped down on college ID’s (I had fibbed on my birthdate for my college ID - the woman asking for dates just asked and typed in what you told her.) The bartenders/bouncers were adamant about getting drivers licenses as IDs.
You’re correct of course, but that doesn’t invalidate my point - Stuart is always disappointed when he finds he’s not part of the core group.
This was a rare episode that was pretty good for the most part. I got a chuckle every minute or so throughout. That hasn’t happened in a while.
Still not a “perfect” episode but I don’t expect that for a standard sitcom.
The main weakness was the overuse of the pathetic loser character. Raj already fills that niche, plus he does have some skills. But throwing in pure sadsack’s like Stuart (in his present form) and Bert is too much.
(It’s hard to think of Brian George, Raj’s father, as “British”. Born in Jerusalem. Early life in the UK, high school in Canada and then into Second City-Toronto. Doing US TV shows and movies since the late 1980s. He does get gigs without the accent.)