and this isn't a bike bash, really it's not.
Stone cold true story...
I walk in to my Dr's office for an appt (man, she's hot... different story for a different time), and after it's all said and done, I'm waiting for a referral order and this chick, tech, says..."is that your Harley outside?" and I reply, "it's a Triumph", and she says again, "Is that your Harley?" and I repeat a little louder (obviously she's hard of hearing) "IT'S A TRIUMPH"... and believe it or not, we go through this once again, and finally she says "oh".... "I just started working at Harley of xxxxxxx a couple of days a week".
I'm thinking, what the hell has the world come to? And I ask her "What do you do there?" and she says "Retail". I'm thinking, what the hell does that mean, retail, then it hits me, boutique fluff. "Do you ride?" I ask. She says "No, but the shop is going to have classes for employees, I might sign up". Right, they're going to let her ride... a bike....
I guess it's the same everywhere, eye-candy fluff to sell the non-motorcycle stuff. It's just darn frustrating to know it happens and meet it face-to-face.
Man, you remember that bike shop where the guy selling parts knew every inch of a bike, and could pull parts by your description, with the mechanic that could fix anything you broke, the shop with the ashtray on the counter? Well, I guess they're still out there, but they're getting fewer and fewer.
So there you have it, boutique Harley material if I ever saw it (she started it, not me).
Hell, she works at a dealership and I doubt she even knows about the Davidson part.
Hey, do the Triumph dealerships do that? I suppose they do. Man, what's the world coming to!
