Laverne gets her first dealer service

Its a horrible thought. I convinced myself I would not have the time to service sweetheart correctly before next weekend's cruise down to Port A. Now she's up on a rack at Central Texas somewhat torn apart, and I've got an empty space in my garage. My heart is broken (seriously), and my mind is a wreck. I feel like the guys over there are giving me and her the run around. The glorious front suspension that I looked for so long and graces herself with was getting stiff and squeaking slightly. I studied the service manual, and debated the thought of taking her in versus taking care of my girl myself. It also happens I got a pretty good tax refund, and I thought about the local economy, and how I should help keep the motorcycle shop up and running through these tough times. It was supposed to take two hours, and be ready by noon, but she is still there tonight! I had to bum rides from a lot of different people today. Fortunately I keep a steady supply of people I can call on in a pinch. Supposedly they are checking with Harley Tech support before they proceed. It sounds reassuring, but this suspension has the technology of an lumber wagon. I'm thinking that it is more likely the guy that works on the springers was out today. I'm concerned that she's not going to be serviced like the proper lady she is, and the bill for it at the end of the day. I'm regretting that I didn't do it myself. Hopefully I can sleep tonight. It's late but I still want another beer.......

I need to count my blessings that this is the worst crisis in my life in such troubled times as these.

Missing Laverne,
JR