…means that if you REALLY wanted to buy a bike you should’ve been at a dealership somewhere taunting them with your credit card today!  When I die and am reincarnated as a real person (ie. one who does not work in the motorcycle business) I hope I remember how incredibly desperate the last day of the month can be for people in dealerships.   Houdini could not have extracted himself from my place of business today unless, of course, he purchased a bike.  You could have virtually named your price, and as long as it did not create a dynamic where I was paying you money to take it away, I would’ve done the deal.  That easy.  Might have even bought you lunch.  and a hooker.  I know that many of my colleagues would anger at my admission, but it is the truth.  They might act like they won’t do it, but they will. 

Of course the exact opposite applies if you happen to wander in trying to SELL me something, like, say, Yellow Pages Advertising.  Are you fucking crazy?!  If you stupidly wander in, looking for “30 seconds” of my time, on the last day of the month (particularly one as horrible as this one was) I will never ever ever buy anything from you.  ever.  Even if it is free. 

So if you missed the great deals today, stop in tomorrow.  I am so crispy from a terrible July that I won’t even know my own name and will probably GIVE you the keys to my own personal ride.  really.