Thanks to all for the advice. I especially like the vindictive streak of 'Zilla and Hud - Don't Get Mad, Get Even. There's plenty of bikes out there.
Haha...I've done that more than once.
The first time, my wife and I bought a Nissan Murano. My wife loved that car. One Friday, we got a recall notice that the alternators were not charging correctly and we needed to take our SUV to Nissan for repair. I called our dealer and was told parts were two weeks out and would have to call back for an appointment.
On Monday morning my wife called me...The Murano's battery was dead. It wouldn't hold a charge, so I called Nissan and told them I was taking it in. I explained the recall and the service girl told me it was a warranty issue and was covered. When we got to Reliable Nissan, she changed her tune, saying the battery was a maintenance item and if it was bad, the cost was on us. I reminded her that our alternator was probably not charging the battery correctly, leading to a premature death, which was what prompted the recall. I told her to call me, but not to call and try to BS me into thinking the battery was just bad.
A couple hours later, they didn't call me, they called my wife. Told her the battery was bad and it would be $200 to replace. She told them to fix it, knowing we would argue the alternator and should win. NOPE! We got there to pay, and they wouldn't even acknowledge the alternator recall. I was pissed, but my wife loved that car and had a $60 coupon for a service visit, so.I srated quiet. She presented the coupon and was told she couldn't use it. That did it. My green monster came out and I let them know I was pissed. I told the lady to get our paperwork because we were getting rid of the Nissan and I wanted my extended warranty refunded NOW. Her boss came out and honored the coupon. We paid $140 and drove from Reliable Nissan to Bob Turner's Ford and bought an Expedition. My wife calls the Expo our $35,000 battery. Haha...
Then, I took my brand new Expedition and parked it in the middle of the Nissan service bay, blocking two lanes in the garage. The same service advisor lady we dealt with the day before told me I couldn't park there. I told her to get ****** and dared her to tow it. Then I went in and got our warranty refund. I peeled out on their shiny, indoor concrete as I left, making sure they fully understood I would NEVER go back and I would talk **** about them every opportunity I got.
A couple years later, I had set my sights on a 2007 FJR. We were teaching a firearms class to some of our reserve guys, and turned out, one of them, a guy they called Lurch, was a salesman at Bobby J's Yamaha. We talked about the 2007 on their sales floor for two days. Lurch said he would be back at the dealership on Friday and told me I would get 10% off the bike with reduced fees. Awesome!!
On Friday, I went to the dealership and we started the numbers on the bike. Lurch came out with full MSRP plus TT&L and dealer fees. When I asked him about the 10% and reduced fees we talked about on Tuesday and Wednesday, he told me, "Oh, I didn't know you wanted an FJR. We can't discount those." I left, telling him I'd look somewhere else and buy from the first good deal I found.
A month later, I found my FJR at Handlebar Motorsports in Durango CO. They made me a very good deal. Not the best I've seen, but far from the worst, and way better than Albuquerque. I rode it home that weekend.
On Tuesday, I rode to Bobey J's. I was purchasing a service agreement because I knew nothing about maintaining motorcycles. I parked out front and walked in. Lurch smirked to his sales buddy and asked me, "So, you here to make a deal on that bike?" I said, "Nope. I bought one in Colorado. I told you I would, and I got a great deal." He looked outside and the dejected look on his stupid face made my day. Never saw him again, and I don't care.
I don't need my *** kissed, but don't lie to me, don't try to screw me out of money, and don't treat me like I'm stupid. That's just bad business, and it will piss me off.