| Reflections on a day at the dealer's [message #785963] |
Tue, 18 July 2006 01:02 |
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Drinks for them that want 'em.
Went into the Lakeland dealership Sat. to clear up a bit of ping I was
getting after the top-end job. Turned out the VOES had shit the bed. To
get to this point took about 7 hours waiting around listening to the
various and sundry riff-raff one finds at any harley dealer on a saturday.
Conversation with one customer waiting to have new brake pads installed
I learned that this is the only time he could get the bike in for
service. He needed to get to work every day since it was his sole source
of transportation. As the discussion continued I learned that he lives 3
blocks from work and that other than his daily commute the only riding
he does is the road-trip to Daytona for Biketoberfest and Bike Week. He
loads it on a trailer for those journeys a hundred miles to the east.
After about 5 hours they delivered his bike all clean from the wash bay
and away he rode, a happy camper.
By this time I was conversing with a woman who rode in with her girl
friend, both bikes fully laden with ice chests, electric fans, tents and
what have you. She wanted to have one of the wrenches give the bike a
once over for safety issues before heading out on her first long
distance ride, destination Key West.
The service writer commented that she might have been better off
bringing it in a couple days earlier without all the camping gear
strapped to every square inch aft of the rider's position.
The wrench came out an informed her there was no way the rear tire would
make Key West and back and that the front was just behind it in wear.
This amazed me since I had by this time discovered that her '98 Evo had
only 2K miles on it. That tire must have been shedding dry rot!
There was also the guy who paid a half hour labor charge to have them
put his new seat on.
Toward the end of the afternoon I got a call from Kickstart and he
offered to swing by and keep me company, or something like that. He
showed up, the bike came out of the wash bay, we left the dealership and
somewhere along the line managed to consume a couple of adult beverages.
Truly an entertaining Saturday. I'd rather not make a habit of spending
them in such a manner though.
--
DaveN BS#163 SENS
"You can't be a real country unless you have a beer and an airline - it
helps if you have some kind of football team, or some nuclear weapons,
but at the very least you need a beer."
Frank Zappa
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| Re: Reflections on a day at the dealer's [message #785973 ] |
Tue, 18 July 2006 02:30 |
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Dave Nichols wrote:
> Drinks for them that want 'em.
>
> Went into the Lakeland dealership Sat. to clear up a bit of ping I was
> getting after the top-end job. Turned out the VOES had shit the bed. To
> get to this point took about 7 hours waiting around listening to the
> various and sundry riff-raff one finds at any harley dealer on a saturday.
>
> Conversation with one customer waiting to have new brake pads installed
> I learned that this is the only time he could get the bike in for
> service. He needed to get to work every day since it was his sole source
> of transportation. As the discussion continued I learned that he lives 3
> blocks from work and that other than his daily commute the only riding
> he does is the road-trip to Daytona for Biketoberfest and Bike Week. He
> loads it on a trailer for those journeys a hundred miles to the east.
>
> After about 5 hours they delivered his bike all clean from the wash bay
> and away he rode, a happy camper.
>
> By this time I was conversing with a woman who rode in with her girl
> friend, both bikes fully laden with ice chests, electric fans, tents and
> what have you. She wanted to have one of the wrenches give the bike a
> once over for safety issues before heading out on her first long
> distance ride, destination Key West.
>
> The service writer commented that she might have been better off
> bringing it in a couple days earlier without all the camping gear
> strapped to every square inch aft of the rider's position.
>
> The wrench came out an informed her there was no way the rear tire would
> make Key West and back and that the front was just behind it in wear.
> This amazed me since I had by this time discovered that her '98 Evo had
> only 2K miles on it. That tire must have been shedding dry rot!
>
> There was also the guy who paid a half hour labor charge to have them
> put his new seat on.
>
> Toward the end of the afternoon I got a call from Kickstart and he
> offered to swing by and keep me company, or something like that. He
> showed up, the bike came out of the wash bay, we left the dealership and
> somewhere along the line managed to consume a couple of adult beverages.
>
> Truly an entertaining Saturday. I'd rather not make a habit of spending
> them in such a manner though.
>
> --
> DaveN BS#163 SENS
> "You can't be a real country unless you have a beer and an airline - it
> helps if you have some kind of football team, or some nuclear weapons,
> but at the very least you need a beer."
> Frank Zappa
BWAHAHAHAH good read thanx.
rico
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| Re: Reflections on a day at the dealer's [message #786036 ] |
Tue, 18 July 2006 12:12 |
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> Toward the end of the afternoon I got a call from Kickstart and he offered
> to swing by and keep me company, or something like that.
, we left the dealership and
> somewhere along the line managed to consume a couple of adult beverages.
>
> Truly an entertaining Saturday. I'd rather not make a habit of spending
> them in such a manner though.
>
> --
> DaveN BS#163 SENS
whatchoo talkin bout Willis ?
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Kickstart AH #127 the" mindinmyownbidness " Asshole(tm)
SENS BS182 DOF2 NS2 TL2
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