I had a lot of fun in my MSF class. I got a perfect score, 100% riding, 100% written. They were calling me "Pegs" cause I dragged the pegs in evey turn. Not really hard to do on a Nighthawk 250.
At one point we were all sitting there waiting for the scared guy to finish one exercise. So, I'm getting bored, and decide to do a burnout on that little 250. I climb up on the tank, with my feet down by the front tire, so there is no weight on the rear. I rev it up, I slide the clutch out.... little 250 smoking tire. I smear the back end around a little, the quick sit down in the seat as the instructor turns around. Slowly I raise my hand.... and point at the guy next to me. (as smoke billows away from my bike.)
Fortunately the instructor found it humerous, and merely commented on how bad the clutch was getting in that bike already, and that I didn't need to make it worse.
I couldn't believe that the one guy passed... He could barely hold up his little 250, and was going to pick up his 600 pound full dress harley as soon as he cashed in his certificate. I hope he survived.