[servantboy777]

Bought my first bike at a small dealership down south of Houston. Great place. May have had ten bikes in the showroom back in 2000. Dealt with a guy called Dirty Larry...don't let the name fool ya. Long beard, tatted up guy, soft spoken.

Great guy, old time biker dude...and a Christian minister.
Got a great deal, but not only that, the dude KNEW his Harley Davidson bikes...every detail. You could tell he lived and breathed Harleys his whole life.

I trusted him.

Went back four years later to purchase a new bike...Uh, WTH? Big huge dealership, tons of bikes and the sales people were young clean shavin yuppy types. One was some Iranian guy. They knew crapola.

I asked for Dirty Larry. They told me he didn't work there any longer. I said...have a good day.

[Rebelbase]

A lot of the new Harley dealer buildings have a restaurant/grill inside them in my state.