Why I like my bike and the dealer I bought it from.
So as I rolled to a stop on the bike, I realized that what I thought couldn't get worse, just did. But what I guess what bothered me more, was the fact that I wasn't all that upset about the whole thing. I guess I'd become so accustomed to disapointment and failure over the past week or so, that this was just going to have to take a number, and wait to be dealt with, like the rest of the bullsh-t.
The bike started losing power about 3 miles prior. First it was just a little blip in the engine. Nothing too worrysome, although my heart always skips a beat when anything abnormal happens with the bike. I didn't even hear it all that much, with my MP3 player going, and Shadowman blaring in my eardrums.
But it got worse. One light up from my apartment, I had the throttle binned in 2nd gear, just trying to keep up a safe speed in the 55 zone. 500' before the entrance, it died. Not even my turn signals worked. I get the bike into neutral, raise my left arm, and swing the bike into the complex, already starting to diagnose what was wrong.
I phone Redline when I get in the door. "Yeah, I know I was just there. Is John there? Can I speak with him?" I explain what had happened, and John tells me "Well, I've got a guy out on delivery right now, but he can swing by and pick you up within a half hour."
"Well, I don't need a lift. I can bring the bike by tomorrow." I reply. But being that it was offered, means a lot. "Ok, just bring it by, and we'll get you up and runnin'." I'm told.
Unfortunately, the next morning's tasks took longer than expected. I had to get the truck in for a state inspection and oil change. An unexpected Nissan recall, I guess, added more time onto my appointment, postponing the bike getting into the shop until 10:30am. Being that it was Friday, the shop was already busy, so I simply dropped off the bike, told them the problem, and told them to call me when they got it figured out.
At work, I see that my new set of tires are to be delivered on Saturday, so I figure since the bike is in the shop, I might as well just give them the tires, and have them do that while it's in there. I almost buy a sprocket set and chain, expecting I'll have time for that to get shipped, and deliver that to be installed as well. It's summer, and their shop is filled. I'm hoping to have the bike back by the 7th, but I'm sure it depends a lot on workload, part availability, etc.
Somewhere between a laser guided bomb airstrike, and strapping C4 to a motorcycle for a quick bomb-on-wheels, my phone rings. "REDLINE" comes across the LCD screen. Oh, they must have found out what's wrong, I think to myself.
"Hey Mike, it's John. Yer all set bud, you can come get the bike."
???
"But... really? Already?" I'm actually pretty shocked that it's ready. It was the dreaded regulator/rectifier that sometimes goes on Sport Classics. "Also, we replaced the battery, since that was drained by running the bike strait off it for 3 miles." he tells me.
So I fight my way through traffic, and get to the shop around 4:30pm. The bike gets into my truck, with some help with John, and rolls off the ramp at my apartment around around 5:30pm.
Essentially, the bike was fixed, in 24 hours.
And it cost me $0.
Most new bikes come with warranties. In fact, I'm sure probably all of them do. And most shops do warranty work. But how quickly does it get done? How many of them offer to pick you up at your breakdown location at the drop of a hat? How many of them fix only what's wrong, and don't try to coax you into buying something more that's not needed? How many of them will bullsh-t with you in the parking lot, after helping you load your bike, even if it's just ideas of what needs to be done to your bike?
I'm convinced, there are very few.
People complain about how Ducati's are maintenance devils. How people work on them more than they ride them. How their designs are outdated, overpriced, and impractical. No, the R/R shouldn't have failed. But it did. And I can't change that.
To me, what separates Ducati, from the rest of them, is how the problem was handled. I wasn't told to take a number, fill out forms, and told to wait until they called, not being given an estimated time. I'm not treated as just another customer with money to give. I'm treated as Mike, the owner of that Black Sport 1000 Biposto. Similar to "the guy with the beat-up 1200GS", or "the girl with the pink Monster 696". We're treated as motorcyclists.
THAT is why I bought a Ducati. And THIS is why I bought it from Redline Performance.
So as I rolled to a stop on the bike, I realized that what I thought couldn't get worse, just did. But what I guess what bothered me more, was the fact that I wasn't all that upset about the whole thing. I guess I'd become so accustomed to disapointment and failure over the past week or so, that this was just going to have to take a number, and wait to be dealt with, like the rest of the bullsh-t.
The bike started losing power about 3 miles prior. First it was just a little blip in the engine. Nothing too worrysome, although my heart always skips a beat when anything abnormal happens with the bike. I didn't even hear it all that much, with my MP3 player going, and Shadowman blaring in my eardrums.
But it got worse. One light up from my apartment, I had the throttle binned in 2nd gear, just trying to keep up a safe speed in the 55 zone. 500' before the entrance, it died. Not even my turn signals worked. I get the bike into neutral, raise my left arm, and swing the bike into the complex, already starting to diagnose what was wrong.
I phone Redline when I get in the door. "Yeah, I know I was just there. Is John there? Can I speak with him?" I explain what had happened, and John tells me "Well, I've got a guy out on delivery right now, but he can swing by and pick you up within a half hour."
"Well, I don't need a lift. I can bring the bike by tomorrow." I reply. But being that it was offered, means a lot. "Ok, just bring it by, and we'll get you up and runnin'." I'm told.
Unfortunately, the next morning's tasks took longer than expected. I had to get the truck in for a state inspection and oil change. An unexpected Nissan recall, I guess, added more time onto my appointment, postponing the bike getting into the shop until 10:30am. Being that it was Friday, the shop was already busy, so I simply dropped off the bike, told them the problem, and told them to call me when they got it figured out.
At work, I see that my new set of tires are to be delivered on Saturday, so I figure since the bike is in the shop, I might as well just give them the tires, and have them do that while it's in there. I almost buy a sprocket set and chain, expecting I'll have time for that to get shipped, and deliver that to be installed as well. It's summer, and their shop is filled. I'm hoping to have the bike back by the 7th, but I'm sure it depends a lot on workload, part availability, etc.
Somewhere between a laser guided bomb airstrike, and strapping C4 to a motorcycle for a quick bomb-on-wheels, my phone rings. "REDLINE" comes across the LCD screen. Oh, they must have found out what's wrong, I think to myself.
"Hey Mike, it's John. Yer all set bud, you can come get the bike."
???
"But... really? Already?" I'm actually pretty shocked that it's ready. It was the dreaded regulator/rectifier that sometimes goes on Sport Classics. "Also, we replaced the battery, since that was drained by running the bike strait off it for 3 miles." he tells me.
So I fight my way through traffic, and get to the shop around 4:30pm. The bike gets into my truck, with some help with John, and rolls off the ramp at my apartment around around 5:30pm.
Essentially, the bike was fixed, in 24 hours.
And it cost me $0.
Most new bikes come with warranties. In fact, I'm sure probably all of them do. And most shops do warranty work. But how quickly does it get done? How many of them offer to pick you up at your breakdown location at the drop of a hat? How many of them fix only what's wrong, and don't try to coax you into buying something more that's not needed? How many of them will bullsh-t with you in the parking lot, after helping you load your bike, even if it's just ideas of what needs to be done to your bike?
I'm convinced, there are very few.
People complain about how Ducati's are maintenance devils. How people work on them more than they ride them. How their designs are outdated, overpriced, and impractical. No, the R/R shouldn't have failed. But it did. And I can't change that.
To me, what separates Ducati, from the rest of them, is how the problem was handled. I wasn't told to take a number, fill out forms, and told to wait until they called, not being given an estimated time. I'm not treated as just another customer with money to give. I'm treated as Mike, the owner of that Black Sport 1000 Biposto. Similar to "the guy with the beat-up 1200GS", or "the girl with the pink Monster 696". We're treated as motorcyclists.
THAT is why I bought a Ducati. And THIS is why I bought it from Redline Performance.