Need to vent.

So I notice a spot on what looked like oil on the garage floor, probably about 6 inches in diameter, just below my bike. Hhhmm, it would seem as if the hoopty's sprung a leak. That, or it was somehow able to snap one off w/o me knowing. Upon closer inspection, I narrow it down to either the gasket/o-ring behind the slave cylinder, or worse, one of the gaskets in the engine, whether it's the counter shaft seal, head gasket (doubtful though cause there was no oil collecting up top by the engine case bolt head), base gasket (again, doubtful cause there's no oil collecting by the crank cases in back of the vertical cylinder). Regardless, if it's either one of those I'm fucked either way cause that means I'll be w/o a bike for who the fuck knows how long. Cause let's face it, it's DucSoho I'm dealing with here.
Fastforward to this morning - I pull up to DucSoho at 9:15am. Park, take the helmet off, light a butt, and who should wish me a good morning? Yep. D2's and my favorite... Marcos. After taking about himself for a few minutes, we get to the leak on my bike. Since he's only the service manager and NOT a mechanic, he couldn't offer me any suggestion as to what it might be other than offering up a "Could be the upper rocker gasket." Unbeknownest to him, as far as I know, there is no such thing as an "Upper rocket gasket" simply because the rockers (the elbows that move the pistons in the cylinders) don't need gaskets there cause that's where the combustion takes places and there's no excess fluid that needs to kept inplace by a gasket. Idiot.
Anyhow, I leave with half a promise to have it done by 4pm. According to Marcos, they're super busy (which I believe) and he'd have to "sneak" my bike into the schedule. He said he'd call if it wasn't done (this I didn't believe). 4pm rolls around and I haven't received any phone calls I head over there with my helmet in hand cause I decided that I'm taking my bike whether it's done or not. I get there, see my bike in the exact same spot where I parked in the morning, see the oily mess by the left foot peg and know they didn't even look at it (enter the dark cloud on my mood).
I go inside to get my key cause like I said, I'm gonna leave with the bike. I get downstairs and who should be down there buying more bling for his bike? Yep, another favorite of mine, Carlos. After talking about himself and his awesome riding skills for about 10 minutes, I'd had enough. There's only so much "Dude, I've been scrubbing my tires to the edge!!" and "I been tearing the belt pkwy a new asshole" a person can only take so much of that shit so I answer back with a "Yeah well, any idiot can twist a throttle down the highway and go 140mph, to me, I'd rather go down a twisty road at 75mph where the turns are rated at 25mph. There's skill involved in that and not everyone can do it, and it doesn't matter how many cc's your bike has cause when your in the twisties it's all rider skill. Remember how me and my girl's bike dropped Marcos on his Busa?" Needless to say, he shut up after that and went back to looking at his parts catalog. This is also where I chant "SKDMRKS bitch WHAT?!" over and over in my head which made me smile.
So I leave in not the greatest mood. By the time I get back to work, my mood is just plain foul. So what do I do? I submit to the punishment and decide to call Marcos to tell him I will be there AGAIN first thing tomorrow morning to leave my bike. The weather's supposed to be shit for the next couple of days so it won't matter if they have it for a few days, but if I know them, they'll have it for 3 days and not even touch it until I come to pick it up in which case I'll have to waste a whole day there waiting for my bike while they put Irish Mike under pressure to finish it. Why waste a whole day? Cause if I don't show up to get my bike, they wouldn't even touch it, hence the under pressure work by poor Irish Mike.
If it wasn't for Fabian (who broke his elbow in a highside during one of their "Mini MotoGP's" on the 50cc mini bikes) and Irish, I'd NEVER go back there. What a sorry bunch of excuse making, disorganized, mismanaged, bunch of fucking white people (sorry Alan).
If, and at this point it's a big if, IF I get another Duc, you can bet your baby's daddy's mama's panites that it won't be purchased from there. At this point I'd feel bad going to another Duc dealer to have the work done since this is a warranty issue and they wouldn't be making any money off of me, but FUCK, never ever again.
On a small positive note, the Dainese gloves that I truly don't need came in the mail today. They're the same ones as D2's short ones with the metal knuckles except mine are red/black/white. I know I know, but shit, I got'em off of ebay for $30, how can one not buy them? Ebay and Dainese have been smiling down on me lately, what can I say? Speaking of ebay and Dainese, there's another pair of mixed 9/10 boots on ebay again, just like the ones I got. Perhaps one of you may be interested. Check it.