Here are some pics to go along with your story.








Now I'll share with you all something curious that happened to
me and some friends at a Triumph Dealership last year.

...A friend of mine wanted a sprint so we went to a triumph dealership
in Mexico City, the place was empty, not a soul but us, at first the
dealership's employees, including the "hostess", ignored us and we
thought they were giving us some time too look at the bikes in peace
but my friend actually had a lot of questions, over 25min passed and
no one there was remotely interested in offering any assistance,
finally another friend called an employee up who came over very
uncharmingly.

After a lot of questions from my friend and a lot of annoyance in the
face of this man we kindly asked to talk with the manager about a
possible purchase, 10 minutes later the "manager" came over quite
annoyed as well and greeted us by sarcastically asking how many
bikes we wanted to buy and such and such.

At this point my friend had enough and thanked the man and we left
a bit confused at what had just happened.

Only later we found out that in "elite" dealerships of 3rd world countries
one has to dress up and talk the talk in order to go and make a
purchase. Typical mexican social dysfunctionality at it's best  

The thing is that my friend is LOADED but does not appear to be so
and he is a bit on the polite/shy side as well, the rest of us were
just wearing jeans and tshirts and apparently all of this that's why
things didn't "click" at the stealership, lol.

HERE'S the kicker. 2 days later he called all of us up and told us to
come over to his house and bring our bikes. Later that day we all
went to ride around the triumph dealership, make a racket and flip the
employees the bird while we rode on my savage, a goldwing, 2 bmws,
an old norton, an old cbx1000, a vulcan, 2 harleys, a ninja 636 and
my friend's spanking brand new ducati monster 900 which he actually
parked in the sidewalk in front of the dealership's door, took off his
helm and went inside to greet the manager inform him that a couple
of complaint letters, including a copy of the ducati's bill of sale, had
been sent to the head office in the U.K. and to mexico's sales rep
regarding this little customer-service fail incident.

Regardless of the letters this happening was HUGE among mexico's
biker community and forums and made this particular dealership
the city's laughing stalk for a good while, the end.



* P.S. I still like triumphs but if I bought one I would buy it used