Wes
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- San Antonio, Texas
- First Name
- Wes
- Last Name
- Elliott
In my 33 years of life, I have done some truly ignorant things and despite my own shortcomings, I still encounter people whose stupity could cause Jesus Christ himself to lose his hope for mankind. (If he hasn't already-you'll have to ask him yourself as he doesn't talk to me)
On my trip to Push Mountain in Arkansas last week I managed to finish off my rear tire. I thought I might make it back to El Paso since I had 50% of the tread when I left but I was very wrong. By Nacogdoches I had cords showing. I was feeling like an absolute moron that I had let this happen but I limped the Concours 14 down to the Kawasaki Dealer in Lufkin for a new rear tire.
Well sure enough the parts guy looked at me and told me they don't sell tires. He couldn't even remember the last time the sold or installed a tire. So I get on the phone and start calling every dealer in town to no avail. The only option was to go to Ross Motorsports. Well I swore I would never go back in their shop after watching one of their techs stab a screw driver into a stator (hence ruining the stator). But I had to swallow my pride and admit to my recklessness and ride down there.
I walked up to the parts counter with my best Texas smile and a howdy and began explaining my predicament. I told the unpleasant old man at the counter I was looking a BT-21 in 190 for a touring bike. He wrote down the tire size and went to the back only to reemerge with a "Full Bore" brand tire in my size.
I asked him if there was any other choice as I have never heard of the tire. He replied in an obviously annoyed voice, "I don't know what big city you are from, but I don't know why anyone would want to run that fancy high dollar tire your looking for on their bike." "You must want to waste your money." Chin on the floor, the best response I could muster was "because it's a motorcycle, and tires are the only thing keeping me alive." He then rolled his eyes and replied, "Well I wouldn't waste money on expensive Bridgestones, who uses those any way."
I felt like at any moment Bill Engvall was going to jump out and say "and here's your sign!" And for a final slap in the face they managed to break my tire pressure sensor before I left and tire rides like greased owl snot even after the 1,000 trip home.
On my trip to Push Mountain in Arkansas last week I managed to finish off my rear tire. I thought I might make it back to El Paso since I had 50% of the tread when I left but I was very wrong. By Nacogdoches I had cords showing. I was feeling like an absolute moron that I had let this happen but I limped the Concours 14 down to the Kawasaki Dealer in Lufkin for a new rear tire.
Well sure enough the parts guy looked at me and told me they don't sell tires. He couldn't even remember the last time the sold or installed a tire. So I get on the phone and start calling every dealer in town to no avail. The only option was to go to Ross Motorsports. Well I swore I would never go back in their shop after watching one of their techs stab a screw driver into a stator (hence ruining the stator). But I had to swallow my pride and admit to my recklessness and ride down there.
I walked up to the parts counter with my best Texas smile and a howdy and began explaining my predicament. I told the unpleasant old man at the counter I was looking a BT-21 in 190 for a touring bike. He wrote down the tire size and went to the back only to reemerge with a "Full Bore" brand tire in my size.
I asked him if there was any other choice as I have never heard of the tire. He replied in an obviously annoyed voice, "I don't know what big city you are from, but I don't know why anyone would want to run that fancy high dollar tire your looking for on their bike." "You must want to waste your money." Chin on the floor, the best response I could muster was "because it's a motorcycle, and tires are the only thing keeping me alive." He then rolled his eyes and replied, "Well I wouldn't waste money on expensive Bridgestones, who uses those any way."
I felt like at any moment Bill Engvall was going to jump out and say "and here's your sign!" And for a final slap in the face they managed to break my tire pressure sensor before I left and tire rides like greased owl snot even after the 1,000 trip home.