ABM Advice: Be Careful With Whom You Do Business..
Please refer to today's (07-20-10) show for info:
A Three Month Wait for Heads and Cylinders?
My wrench swore the guy was good, fast. You'd believe it too. He's the lead engine dude for the largest mc place in town. Three months ago, he took my old heads and cylinders, plus an ABM check for $610.00, with a promise to rebuild asap. We shot some vids in my garage with Scary and Slash, as they took apart my spare engine (see previous abm blogs). Yeah, that was t-h-r-e-e months ago, during happier times.
Return phone calls? Hell, that's for suckers..
I have personally called the dude's cell phone, and left civil messages over a dozen times during the past 6 weeks, once even stooping to beg him, in the name of human kindness to call back and let us know where the finished parts are. Scary has likely called him 50 times, no joke, and the dude, never, not even once returned a call to either of us.
He ran out of the dealership!
After waiting for nearly 2 months, my wrench went to his place of work, and asked to speak with him. The dude RAN OUT THE BACK DOOR! At this point, we knew there was going to be trouble..
Weird stories, believe 'em or don't:
Like that the "ex" came by and shot up the house.. that one was all over town. Then, that his current girl friend had a heart attack, which he stands by, but all of his neighbors say it's a load of crap.. you be the judge.
Second work visit:
We got the heads, with a promise that the cylinders would be finished in a day. That was the Fourth of July. Three weeks later, no pistons, no cylinders, Sturgis is 2 weeks away.
The Wrath of Scary Larry:
Three months with not a single returned phone call. Larry had enough. He parked in the dude's driveway, and pounded on the door for three hours. Yes, they were home. How someone could hunker down in the house while listening to door pounding for three hours is beyond comprehension. Larry left for a sandwich, & came back and pounded for another hour. Still nothing.
The Wrath of Ryan:
Feeling bad for Larry, (he has better things to do with his work day than try to get some douche to answer his door), I rode the chopper over to see what in the hell was up with my parts. Knock, knock, knock..Bang Bang Bang, for about 25 minutes. I yelled, nothing. Figuring there was little to lose, took my sparkling personality across the street, and began asking questions, got answers, which I cannot pass on. Suffice to say I began to understand why they don't answer phone calls, or the door. Larry, he blew a fuse and went back over. I'm not quite sure what happened, but it must have been BIG. I got a call from Mr. Communication, informing me that the cylinders were in the shop & I could drop by and pick them up in the morning. Even that was a freakin' lie, because the shop doesn't let him bring his outside stuff to work. He could have simply given us the damm cylinders that day..see where I'm commin' from?
Ryan visits the workplace:
This morning I finally got the cylinders back, no pistons. It's costing me $318 plus $45 to have them overnighted so we can begin rebuilding that S/S 111 cu in mill soon as the FedEx truck arrives. I got 200 bucks from the dude, so I'm out $150 + the cost to finish honing the unfinished cylinders, which can be lived with, what the hell, it's only money. Beyond belief? That someone could screw over a brother like this and not care until threatened by a call to the Sheriff's theft division.
In retrospect:
ABM runs with what some would describe as a rough crowd. Over beers, it's easy to get excited about breaking a couple of index fingers, but we all know that's just not right. Who would want to lose their right to participate in the American dream of having give up days off for Jury Duty?
It ain't over just yet:
Now comes the real fun. Slapping the S/S 111 back together and piling on some break in miles before Sturgis. We got 12 days. Check back. I'll let you know how it's goin'. We got rid of the dead weight. We're freakin' movin' now!
A Three Month Wait for Heads and Cylinders?
My wrench swore the guy was good, fast. You'd believe it too. He's the lead engine dude for the largest mc place in town. Three months ago, he took my old heads and cylinders, plus an ABM check for $610.00, with a promise to rebuild asap. We shot some vids in my garage with Scary and Slash, as they took apart my spare engine (see previous abm blogs). Yeah, that was t-h-r-e-e months ago, during happier times.
Return phone calls? Hell, that's for suckers..
I have personally called the dude's cell phone, and left civil messages over a dozen times during the past 6 weeks, once even stooping to beg him, in the name of human kindness to call back and let us know where the finished parts are. Scary has likely called him 50 times, no joke, and the dude, never, not even once returned a call to either of us.
He ran out of the dealership!
After waiting for nearly 2 months, my wrench went to his place of work, and asked to speak with him. The dude RAN OUT THE BACK DOOR! At this point, we knew there was going to be trouble..
Weird stories, believe 'em or don't:
Like that the "ex" came by and shot up the house.. that one was all over town. Then, that his current girl friend had a heart attack, which he stands by, but all of his neighbors say it's a load of crap.. you be the judge.
Second work visit:
We got the heads, with a promise that the cylinders would be finished in a day. That was the Fourth of July. Three weeks later, no pistons, no cylinders, Sturgis is 2 weeks away.
The Wrath of Scary Larry:
Three months with not a single returned phone call. Larry had enough. He parked in the dude's driveway, and pounded on the door for three hours. Yes, they were home. How someone could hunker down in the house while listening to door pounding for three hours is beyond comprehension. Larry left for a sandwich, & came back and pounded for another hour. Still nothing.
The Wrath of Ryan:
Feeling bad for Larry, (he has better things to do with his work day than try to get some douche to answer his door), I rode the chopper over to see what in the hell was up with my parts. Knock, knock, knock..Bang Bang Bang, for about 25 minutes. I yelled, nothing. Figuring there was little to lose, took my sparkling personality across the street, and began asking questions, got answers, which I cannot pass on. Suffice to say I began to understand why they don't answer phone calls, or the door. Larry, he blew a fuse and went back over. I'm not quite sure what happened, but it must have been BIG. I got a call from Mr. Communication, informing me that the cylinders were in the shop & I could drop by and pick them up in the morning. Even that was a freakin' lie, because the shop doesn't let him bring his outside stuff to work. He could have simply given us the damm cylinders that day..see where I'm commin' from?
Ryan visits the workplace:
This morning I finally got the cylinders back, no pistons. It's costing me $318 plus $45 to have them overnighted so we can begin rebuilding that S/S 111 cu in mill soon as the FedEx truck arrives. I got 200 bucks from the dude, so I'm out $150 + the cost to finish honing the unfinished cylinders, which can be lived with, what the hell, it's only money. Beyond belief? That someone could screw over a brother like this and not care until threatened by a call to the Sheriff's theft division.
In retrospect:
ABM runs with what some would describe as a rough crowd. Over beers, it's easy to get excited about breaking a couple of index fingers, but we all know that's just not right. Who would want to lose their right to participate in the American dream of having give up days off for Jury Duty?
It ain't over just yet:
Now comes the real fun. Slapping the S/S 111 back together and piling on some break in miles before Sturgis. We got 12 days. Check back. I'll let you know how it's goin'. We got rid of the dead weight. We're freakin' movin' now!
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