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My wife worked at a large motorcycle dealer north of Atlanta when she was first learning to fly. A guy came in one day and wanted the biggest, baddest bike they had... probably a GSXR1100. The salesmen tried to talk him out of it as it was his first bike. He bought it anyway. Then they tried to arrange for delivery to his house until he could take the MSF course. He wouldn't discuss it. He was going to ride it home.
The guy made it to the end of the dealership's driveway. With several salesmen watching he went to pull out onto the (thankfully deserted) road. He twisted the grip a bit too much as he turned, overcorrected, bounced off the curb and dumped his new baby.
Only his ego was bruised. The salesmen rolled it back to the shop for repairs.
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Lee
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