Was debating posting this, but...
I will never buy a bike from C***mans. The one time I tried to get a ride on the new GSXR1000 (they were the only one with the K7 + yoshi bits in stock), the guy couldn't have been less interested in giving me the keys. In his defence he was clearly retarded, and it took him an age to come talk to me, so the haemoroids were obviously causing him problems...
I ended up walking him outside to my current GSXR1000, and only then did he seem to perk up - he'd seen me as a tire kicker, when actually, I literally had the folding in my back pocket after selling my car. But, too late for him, and after being sour about it for the day, I stuck the money in my mortgage instead.
Adding insult to injury, when I was in the States last year, ZXRider took my scoot, and it needed a new battery, so he zipped across and got a Uasa from said company. It died within weeks. I took it back, but I needed the reciept (even though it would be on their system, and would take moments to find), but the guy couldn't be assed.
So, now, when people ask me where to go, I tell them "Holeshot on Barry's Point Road", the service is good, the prices are reasonable, and they're really good on all the little things (like doing the right thing every time).
Its diametrically opposed to the sanitised existence of the Lemmings around me in the Dilbert Cartoon hell I live in; its life at full volume, perfect colour with high resolution and 10,000 watts of amplification.
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