You know - THE motorcycle dealership. Said good-bye rather quickly to friend and workmate Tony Corbell who was heading to Vegas on biz and clicked the "Answer" button to hear: "Hi Kevin, this is Gary over at San Diego BMW Motorcycles. There's a truck outside with your bike on it."
Wow. Out of body experience (though I had to bottle up the "Whoopee!" a little bit as I was pulling away from the curb under the watchful eye of a traffic cop). "I'll be there in 30 minutes," says I. And off I was, back to Nik Software to pick up my friend Laurie and a camera. Laurie has been a tremendous pillar of support throughout the "waiting ordeal." Her hubbie Wayne has a KLR650 and I hope to ride a fair piece with him at some point.
Clean. No damage from the voyage detailed ad nausea elsewhere in this blog. I was surprised that it was in a cardboard box, but saw a reasonably secure 1 x 4 frame built around it within the box. The front tire was off in its own cardboard cradle. A fair amount of thin foamy covering to keep the bike sano. Overall, very pleased with the packing.
I told Stan I had a few things in the Parts dept. to pay for (bashplate and crash bars), plus an Accessory Package that his guys would need to install. He understood the mission completely.
Then... the operative question: "Can I pick it up tomorrow (9/4/08)", says I. "I think we can get that done for you," says he.
Grins all around. I headed for the Parts dept. to talk to Sean and Jeff. Good times; stay tuned.... After all, we have to pick out a name for the steed.
Contemplating my navel.