September comes around. I spend the first weekend camping and hunting with my father in law. Nights one and two go very, very well. Night three brings tremendous amounts of rain. My camp site experiences minor flooding. My rain fly is not on very well, so my tent also experiences far more water than is ideal. There’s a lot of lightning. I sit in my Jeep for about an hour before deciding to pack up in the rain and head for home. I call my father in law to discuss this and he agrees, from his hotel room, that this is a solid plan. We weren’t going to have a lot of time to hunt in the morning, and with the weather we were experiencing it didn’t seem like we’d have a whole lot of fun anyhow.
I spend the second weekend of September in a classroom and learning to ride a 250cc motorcycle in a rather large parking lot. I pass the written and practical exams, and I am not legally allowed to operate a motorcycle on public roads in the United States.
On Friday, September 15th I apply for a motorcycle loan through my bank, and am immediately approved. I print the offer and head to Family Powersports of Lubbock where I proceed to have a very bad time.
I’m greeted at the door by a salesman. I locate the KLR 650’s and let him know those are what I’m interested in. We walk over to the two on the floor. The salesman tries unsuccessfully to start both of them, gives up, and invites me to sit on one. I do. It’s fine. I let the guy know I’d like to cut to the chase and talk about actually buying one. We head to his desk.
When we sit down I let him know that I have secured financing, so all we really need to do is discuss price. He asks for an opportunity to beat my bank’s offer. I explain that I have a lot of faith in my bank, so it would be a pretty steep uphill battle, but that I’ll listen politely to his offer. I show him exactly what my bank is willing to do.
Sales guy hops up to go ‘talk to his manager’ and I get up to go look at helmets. They don’t carry the one I want. Damned shame. About ten minutes pass, and we meet back up at his desk.
Sales guy sticks a piece of paper in front of me and asks if I want to put down $2000, or $3000 today. No, I reply. USAA will finance the entire motorcycle, I don’t want to put down anything. Sales guy gives me this speech about how banks like you to demonstrate that you’re serious, since if you run into hard times toys are generally the first thing to go. Did this asshole not hear that my bank has already agreed to finance the purchase cost of the motorcycle?
I lean back in the chair and think it through. This sales guy has just turned a fun, exciting afternoon into an ugly experience, and the only reason I can think of for him to do so is so that he can make more money off of me. He’s not going to make any money off of me.
“I just realized I don’t want this as much as I thought I did. Thanks for your time.” I say. Sales guy looks shocked, and starts trying to talk to me while I stand up and walk away. It’s too late for him, there’s nothing left to say.
A few days later Kawasaki publicly announces the 2018 model release for North America. That 2017 drops in value.
Two weeks after my experience with Family Powersports, I decide not to buy a motorcycle at all. Sales guy took all the fun out of it. What an asshole.
Looks like I’ll be putting my time and money into the Jeep.