Can't wait!

I'm an awesome wrench myself. My mechanical expertise knows no bounds! However, local economy being what it is, I graciously took FatA$$ to a shop 20 miles away so that I could contribute to the local economy. No idea what my contribution will amount to yet. No idea if they managed to deal with my complex requirements. But - they say she's "ready". Ha!
Must admit I'm a tad worried, though. I'm not making this up. But they didn't leave me with much confidence when I dropped FA off.
Lube job to start with, please.
- Do you also want the fubrigating decantellator fluid changed?
Me: blank look.
-You know: the one on the rear?
Oh heck yes! Please do, change whatever's on the rear!
Install this rear tire, too, that I got on-line.
-Dude slowly begins to drool at this point.
Oh and while she's on your stand, can you throw this on her?
-WTH is THAT? Never seen one.
I patiently explain that it's a lift adaptor that I got on eBay and the listing clearly said it was simple to install.
-Dude flips it over a few times scratching his head.
I suggest he look on-line, there should be photos somewhere. Something about the side-stand. Duh!
Then I explain about this really stupid friend I have and how he screwed the lip on my rad.
-What do you wants us to do?
My confidence in their skills is dropping quickly. I patiently explain that if he simply popped into the VRC forums, it's all there for him! My learned fellow riders detailed the technique. Carefully file something, or gently bang the...oh heck! YOU are the technicians! Figure it out!
By this point I felt a tad sorry for them so I only asked for one last thing:
I'd like one of those lighter socket power supply thingies up front.
-Well which is it? Power outlet? Or a lighter?
Both, man!! Exasperation sets in at this point. Obviously, this man has never ridden with a bunch of Iron-Butter, non-smoker, stop-for-nothing riders, or cursed those stupid traffic lights that stop you at every corner for 10 minutes when you're in a cage but invariably turn green as you hopefully approach them on a bike!!! As the glove you took off so you could quickly dig out a smoke falls off the bike along with a full pack of overtaxed smokes....but I digress.
-Insert here some platitudes about a lighter being too hot for the fairing, power-only being simpler yada-yada.
Enough so that I could SMELL dollar signs.
So it is with trepidation that I go get her. Wondering how much of my simple list they got to. Wondering if I'll be able to buy gas for the ride home, after I pay those incompetents... Wondering, too, if I'll be disappointed enough to revert to my own, tremendously-advanced wrenching skills.
Sorry for the blabby post, but I'm excited! Even though rain is forecast for the next 1282 days, my baby will be ready, theoretically anyway, to ride!
Stay...ahem...tuned.
