I’ll be the first to admit, haven’t been in there in quite some time, but still…
I’m after a carb rebuild kit, he asks me what bike, I tell him, never heard of it, he says, what year he says, I tell him, 1980, before I was born he says, can’t you search by the carb, Hitachi HSC40’s, no he says, and so it goes on.
I start to wander around the shop, tired and neglected looking old Triumph twin, 5 thousand 7 hundred fucking pounds, what the fuck.
Listen to him telling some cunt on the phone about roller chains, yeah, we got 520, the DID’s I can do you for 40 quid but they are crap, got some other at 160 quid and they last forever (really, a fucking roller chain that lasts forever….)
I walk out in fucking disgust, never to go there again.
Wander down to the place just down the road from my pad, at least he has heard of 1980 Yams, and he is pretty honest, he tells me to forget it mate, nobody carries anything any more, get myself on to the internet, it’s what everyone else does.
Three pages of google results all shit, then I find these guys.
Send em an email, hey bro, can you sort me out, 20 minutes later, reply, yeah, no problem, comprehensive rebuild kit for those carbs is 19 quid each, includes everything except the diaphragm, and we do those too BTW, and BTW, front and rear carbs require a different kit because of the different jetting.
Fucker not only knows his product and replies pronto, he even knows (or checks, which is the same thing) that front and rear cylinders are jetted different.
While I am at it, a shout out for these guys too
Fucking rock….
I am (yet again) going to quote Carl Sagan
“We’ve arranged a society based on science and technology, in which nobody understands anything about science and technology.
And this combustible mixture of ignorance and power, sooner or later, is going to blow up in our faces.
I mean, who is running the science and technology in a democracy if the people don’t know anything about it?”
Fuckin’ A
That is one of the most profound things you will ever read, I shit you not.
You got to remember, I did not mug some random asshole in the street and quiz them on their knowledge of 34 year old Japanese bikes, I went to a fucking specialist motorcycle spare parts dealer who has been trading since at least 1990 to my own personal fucking knowledge, and the cunts have PC’s in front of them with up to the minute access to all the suppliers they could possibly want, and data, and microfiche files, and everything else you can shake a fucking stick at.
We are *****SO***** fucked.
