Monday, May 11, 2009

Don't Tell Anyone

I've been riding the Vespa ET4 to work. It kicks ass. It's still for sale, but my stable is running out of motorcycles in rideable condition.

The Triumph is still in the crappy shop, because they had to order brake pads. Seriously? At a dealership? I'm annoyed because I've had to call the shop every day in order to get a status update. Maybe I'm crazy, but I don't think it's so much to ask for a quick call to let me know they're going to have to keep the bike a while longer.

I'd be a lot happier to get that call than to find out they're keeping it when I call them to make sure it's ready as I head out the door on a sunny afternoon to go pick it up because they said it was going to be done first thing in the morning.

So, no Triumph for me until tomorrow night.

Also, Lady Luck reported that her Vespa's check engine light came on briefly during her ride home. So, it's to the shop with that one. It's due for service anyway.

That leaves carpooling, mass transit, or the ET4.

The ET4 won. It's the happiest solution for everyone involved.