What A fucking drama….
Took my bike into VTNZ at Botany to get a WOF. Guy comes out all ‘Lord & Master’ and starts poking around at the bike, fair enough, give him his due as he is doing his job. I could have done without the constant sighing and tutting etc but bit me tongue and let him go for it.
Checks the brake lights, all good on the rear pedal but for some reason not working on the front lever, ok I can get that sorted but he tells me how lucky I am not to be failed on it and I should be very grateful and blah de blah de fucking blah (thought he was going to ask me to get down and su….forget it, too unhygienic)
Then we get to the indicators….
Well, fuck me, left then right then left then right, I can hear the guy tutting even louder and then he announces that he is going to fail this motorcycle because of its tinted indicators.
“Bollocks” I retort, “ this bike has had a warrant since I’ve had it and the indicators have never been a problem”
“Well, I’m failing you all the same, they are tinted and not visible”
Twat, granted that they are a bit dull but a quick rub with a cloth and a small squirt of a suitable cleaner (courtesy of Botany Repco) and they were bright as a button.
Takes the bike back, he still insists he cant see the indicators so I say to him “Well Mr Wonder sir, can I see the manager” but he has already involved the grumpy old bastard who is not having a bar of my argument.
“For fuck sake”, I exclaimed, “I’ve taken the lenses off, cleaned them inside and out and replaced them good as new. They are clean as a nuns conscience so stop fucking about and give me my WOF”
After a few more grumbles, self righteous comments and “bloody bikers coming in here like they own the place” mutterings, I get my WOF and was on my way.
VTNZ can fuck off, I’ll get my WOF done where you don’t need a white stick and a Labrador to quality as Hannibal Lector the Vehicle Inspector
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