"This one makes a whole helluva lot more torque than your last bike. You need to be ULTRA careful with the throttle for the first hundred miles, especially on brand new tires which are very slick with a fine sheen of cosmoline. Just pull in the clutch and ease your way through corners until you get a feel for where the throttle comes in. Give the tires time to warm up and learn this thing slowly."
"Don't worry dude, I'm used to Big Power. I used to have a Road King..."
"

Again, seriously, you need to be careful on this one. Going from a Harley to this thing is Flintstones vs Jetsons territory."
"I'm good."
~five minutes later a new customer comes strolling up to me as I'm reading PSU's comment which now appears as my sig...~
"Umm, there's a guy stuck under some cars in your back parking lot. I think he crashed his bike."
Oh.....goddammit.
Sure enough I head outside and there's five employees there, lifting this guy's bike up and pulling him out from beneath the rear fender of a newly fucked up Honda Accord.
Chalk up another dude who couldn't make it out of our parking lot today. This time, knucklehead had the great comedic sensibilities to take out three of our employee's cars along the way, including the BMW of the owner's daughter.
This time the Evil Vehicle was a Suzuki M109R, which is just a big gay cruiser!
The guy followed up this display of utter ignominy with the ultimate in Bitch Moves: bawling like a giant Baby Huey in front of the whole store, including his wife, who looked like one of those chicks in those "Wanna get away?" commercials.
Nice.
Okay, what's for lunch?