Let me share with you all the best laugh I got yesterday. I've been looking for a fuel inlet nipple to connect the fuel line to the fuel strainer on my 45WL for the past week or so. Been hitting all the local auto parts and indy's hoping to find one.
I've been carrying the fuel strainer with me to help explain what it is I'm trying to find cause I find that I'm not always very clear when explaining things. At least thats what my wife tells me.
Anyway yesterday I find myself driving past the local Harley dealer and think to myself that it may be worth a chance to stop in and check if they may have the part I need. You'd think I'd know better by now but I went inside anyway. I stroll up to the parts counter with my fuel strainer in hand. I was greeted very politely by a young lady of about 24yrs. of age. I'm not a sexist pig but I do not like trying to explain what motorcycle part I'm looking for to someone that I know doesn't have a clue as to what I'm after. But I did my best to explain it to her.
This is where it gets funny. She asks me again what year my bike is. I tell her its a 1945WL. She writes that down on a piece of paper. About this time another parts counter person is walking past and this young lady turns and asks him while reading from her paper...."Hey Sam where do we keep the parts books for the 1945 WOOLS". Instead of saying the "WL" she pronunced it as "WOOL".
Sam comes over and asks her what the hell is she talking about and she shows him what she has written down. He looked at me and I couldn't keep it in any longer. We both had a good laugh.
The young lady also got a good laugh out of it as well. She said she truely didn't know Harley has been around that long. By the way, they didn't have the part either. Imagine that! -Steve
I've been carrying the fuel strainer with me to help explain what it is I'm trying to find cause I find that I'm not always very clear when explaining things. At least thats what my wife tells me.
Anyway yesterday I find myself driving past the local Harley dealer and think to myself that it may be worth a chance to stop in and check if they may have the part I need. You'd think I'd know better by now but I went inside anyway. I stroll up to the parts counter with my fuel strainer in hand. I was greeted very politely by a young lady of about 24yrs. of age. I'm not a sexist pig but I do not like trying to explain what motorcycle part I'm looking for to someone that I know doesn't have a clue as to what I'm after. But I did my best to explain it to her.
This is where it gets funny. She asks me again what year my bike is. I tell her its a 1945WL. She writes that down on a piece of paper. About this time another parts counter person is walking past and this young lady turns and asks him while reading from her paper...."Hey Sam where do we keep the parts books for the 1945 WOOLS". Instead of saying the "WL" she pronunced it as "WOOL".
Sam comes over and asks her what the hell is she talking about and she shows him what she has written down. He looked at me and I couldn't keep it in any longer. We both had a good laugh.
The young lady also got a good laugh out of it as well. She said she truely didn't know Harley has been around that long. By the way, they didn't have the part either. Imagine that! -Steve
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