After a brief flirtation with and couple of Kawasaki W650s on EBAY I have decided to buy a new 2004 Royal Enfield that the US distributor has an overstock of and has them on sale with full warranty. I had corresponded with the dealer in Overland Park and he said he had a couple but that was in June and I hope I'm not too late. I make the three hour drive from Salina on Sunday and spend the night with daughter #1, Julie, who lives nearby. I am pumped to get to that Vespa place and buy me a Royal Enfield, I got money in my pocket, I got my license, I'm driving the truck to haul that puppy home. How the heck did I know that almost every motorcycle/scooter dealer in the country closes on Monday. My disappointment is profound, but what is one more day when you have waited 30 years? I'll just bop over there tomorrow, if they don't have a program 2004 I'll just get a 2005.
My first clue should have been the young lady that asked me if she could help me. Now I have three daughters so I had no problem telling her what I was looking for, her blank stare gave her away. She called for help. Clue number two was a young man that had never heard of the 2004 program and alluded that I probably didn't know what I was talking about. "Is the manager here?", I ask. "No", sez he. "When will he be in?", asks I. "Don't know", replies the Super Salesman. I asked a couple of basic questions of SS and instead of telling me that he didn't know he tries to baffle me with BS. I got pissed and left. Maybe I'll just buy a Harley. I take my money and head back home.
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