During the cold winter, my son and I visited a very large motorcycle showroom in Chicago. This particular facility featured metric bikes (Japanese and European Made). Since my son was zeroing in on a Suzuki Hyabusa and I on a Boulevard it was the ideal place to be in.
The building contained over 400 motorcycles. We spent at least two hours sitting on, gawking at, pricing, viewing the service area, and gathering brochures on available motorcycles.
We later discussed our trip. Because this facility was a distance from our home, we started to look for a store closer to our home. We had several nearby and visited each keeping in mind our original choices.
We finally decided on a local Suzuki dealer and on the 31st of March, emboldened by a sales add, we both visited the dealer.
Here we met Bob. Now he was an interesting character. Bob was covered with tatoos, had two earings, smoked, and had a collection of antique hand to hand weapons on his office wall. After introductions, we viewed the choices avialable. Bob was knowledgeable, gave us a good initial price and explained the warranties on each bike and introduced us to the service department manager.
After some negotiating, we became the proud owners of the above mentioned machines. We would take delivery of our first motorcylces the next day (Saturday).