James Burleigh
Well-known member
Half-way through my ride down US 101 from the Bay Area to Santa Barbara to visit my son yesterday, the transmission blew up in my '05 with 90K miles. I was just able to pull off the freeway and limp across the overpass into Atascadero.
My heart warmed when I saw the big Bar and Shield logo of a Harley-Davidson dealer on the corner, because I knew they would be kind to me even if they couldn't fix anything for me (Harley sets the standard for customer service IMO). I rolled in and parked.
Later when the tow driver was hitching up my bike in the trailer he shook his head and said, "I don't see this too often."
"Oh yeah?" I said, "What's that?
"Hauling a Jap bike out of a Harley dealer. Usually I'm hauling Harleys into the dealership."
"Yep," I said. "Score one for the Harley tribe." (No, they didn't form a half circle around us and thrown taunts and pebbles at us.... And yes, the counter staff were very helpful as I wandered around in my Aerostitch amongst the braves and squaws in their black leather garb.)
(I'll talk about the ^%$#@ motorcycle later in the tech section. :angry: )
JB
My heart warmed when I saw the big Bar and Shield logo of a Harley-Davidson dealer on the corner, because I knew they would be kind to me even if they couldn't fix anything for me (Harley sets the standard for customer service IMO). I rolled in and parked.
Later when the tow driver was hitching up my bike in the trailer he shook his head and said, "I don't see this too often."
"Oh yeah?" I said, "What's that?
"Hauling a Jap bike out of a Harley dealer. Usually I'm hauling Harleys into the dealership."
"Yep," I said. "Score one for the Harley tribe." (No, they didn't form a half circle around us and thrown taunts and pebbles at us.... And yes, the counter staff were very helpful as I wandered around in my Aerostitch amongst the braves and squaws in their black leather garb.)
(I'll talk about the ^%$#@ motorcycle later in the tech section. :angry: )
JB
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