The sleazy cheesy salesmen types are there hovering like vultures, none of them know jack shit about motorbikes in the real world, all they've ever done is read the publicity blurb and glossy japanese brochures. Ask them any detailed or important questions and you'll have them stumped within 5 seconds. These dreamers wouldn't know what work was if it bit them on the nose.
The spare part departments are a sick joke, never anything in stock, go to buy a visor or an oil filter and the pimple-brains behind the counter will just creep off into an empty room out back, hidden from view, stand there for 30 seconds stroking their cufflinks, then come back and tell you they just sold the last one that very morning but they'll be able to order one in for you in two days time.
Bookmarks