Yesterday i bid farewell to my bike for an indefinite amount of time as it is being repaired. It currently leaks gasoline and antifreeze. lame. When the truck came to pick it up I was a little surprised and nervous. I was mostly expecting to see an official company truck [like a flatbed] with at least a logo on the door. Something like KAWASAKI of Montgomery - with a phone number or something. Nope, just an unmarked truck w/ a ramp on the back and two guys dressed as casual as could be. They didn't even look like mechanics.
One of the guys started asking questions. We'll call him guy1. My thoughts bracketed [like usual].
Guy1: so what are we dealing with here?
Me: Uhhh [aren't you supposed to just pick this up and go?]...well, it's leaking gasoline.
Guy1: ok, where from? do you know?
Me: Well, no i don't really know. I popped the side panel off and it looks like it's coming from right here (I pointed), but I really don't know what part that is. Also, there seems to be a leak from whatever this tank is right here...maybe antifreeze.
Guy1: (he looks at the part I pointed at) ohhh yeah...I see. yeah. Hey come look at this (talking to Guy2).
Guy2: hmm yeah I see.
Me: [you guys have no idea do you?] [do you even work for the bike store/shop] [and I going to ever see this bike again?] Ok.
Guy1: ok well Guy3 will call you once he gets it apart and can determine what needs to be done.
Me: ok.
Then they just loaded the bike into the unmarked pickup and drove off. I can't help but think that there was no way at all that I could've verified that these two were supposed to be there getting my bike. The only evidence I have is a poor snapshot from my cell phone that I only took to make this post.
BUT
It got me thinking. I'm sort of in the same boat as these guys. My [church] office building is not in a church at all...it's a log cabin. And when people stop by and I come to greet them, I'm dressed as casually as I would be if I was a temp worker picking up motorcycles in an unmarked pickup truck. People come in with all sorts of needs and instead of being greeted by a more traditional office environment where everyone is "business -casual" and all smiles and big handshakes like a car dealership, they are faced with a young, underdressed, unprofessional, and under-qualified Guy1. Yes, I am Guy1 and they have no idea if they'll see their motorcycle again... I may not always look the part, but hopefully they get the impression that I care much more about them and their needs than the shirt I'm wearing.
Seriously though...I hope I get my bike back.
