My first issue with my Austrian steed on the trip was a faulty fuel level gauge.Â
I'd noticed after several miles of spirited riding my gas gauge was reading full.
No way, not the way the big 1,301 swallows hi-test gasoline at W.F.O.
Anyway, as I stated in my previous post, I stopped at Straight Line Motorsports.
Walked into the dealership for the first time in my life and was floored by how I was received and treated.
Mind you, I was incognito, so none of them recognized me. O0
The staff at the front desk paged the service manager to come meet me.
I explained my issue. The young man, no sugar coating, no ********, no nonsense attitude asked me in his subtle but deliberate Texas drawl if my key fob was on my person or on the bike...I replied on the bike, young Texan says, I'll have ya fixed up'n 10 minnits, sir, where u from anyway, I aint never heard anyone talk like u beee 4 :imaposer:
Well....young Tex...I'm from a galaxy far far away, also known as Michigan, I'm a very screwed up individual that is pretty much 1/2 Canadian 1/2 Michigander, raised by wolves and polar bears until I was discovered by hunters in da far nortwoods!
Young Tex laughed and walked away to board my Austrian and take her out back to the shop, probably shaking his head still at the individual he'd just shaken hands withÂ
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I was then approached by the dealership owner (1/2 owner), and given a V.I.P. tour of the establishment. Turns out, they ship graphics kits for KTM's all over da globe. And then, I was taken to a room, a secretive room that apparently, very few eyes get the opportunity to see.
I was amazed at what was before me........ :eek7: :drif: :drif: :drif: :drif:
Antique race dirt bikes, some factory works machines :drif: :drif: :drif: