WaltH
Senior Member
At the first Spyder owners meeting in Valcourt (Homecoming) in 2008, Lamonster got a $1,000 gift certificate for having the most miles on his Spyder. I was just a little behind him. I got a $1,000 gift certificate for riding the most miles to the event. It was clear to me that Lamonster and I would be high mileage riders. I had been riding my Harleys about 47,000 miles per year for some time. In my first year with the Spyder I was splitting my miles between the Spyder and my last Harley. In the Harley world there was no context in which high mileage was important, or even significant. I expected it to be the same in the Spyder world. I thought Lamonster and I would engage in friendly banter about who had the most miles and therefore who loved riding motorcycles the most. It would be the kind of juvenile teasing common in high school. Lamonster and I would not have been in high school together because I was in college when he was born; nevertheless, I thought we would have a good time.
At the time of the second owners meeting in Los Angeles, a different pattern had emerged. A fellow from the east coast, Nickcaro, was commuting to work on his Spyder and had racked up some really serious mileage. He was and is the highest mileage rider. I was the second highest mileage rider. Third place was held by another guy from Florida, Docdoru, who was not very far behind me. Docdoru got the gift certificate for being the highest mileage rider because neither Nickcaro, nor I, attended the event. BRP was establishing a tradition of awarding a prize for the highest mileage rider in attendance at the owners meetings.
Going into the third annual owners meeting in Lake Villa, the rankings remained the same. Nickcaro had a commanding lead, and I was a somewhat distant second. Docdoru remained in third place. Because I didn’t expect Nickcaro to attend the event, I thought the gift certificate would be awarded to me. My lead over Docdoru was growing.
What I didn’t know was that BRP had decided to discontinue awarding a prize for the highest mileage rider. This was a perfectly reasonable thing to do. It doesn’t make much sense to give a $1,000 prize when there are only three people who can possibly win it. It makes even less sense when the lead guy doesn’t attend the event. I understand what BRP was doing and why they were doing it. I am sympathetic to their point of view. What I didn’t like was how they did it. BRP bungled it badly.
When I asked the BRP executive if they were going to award a gift certificate for the highest mileage rider, he said “no”, that they had already given a pin and plaque to Docdoru for 100K and that he was the highest mileage rider. What? Docdoru got a plaque for 100,000 kilometers. That’s no where near the highest mileage. BRP did not make it clear that the plague was for kilometers and not miles. Either they didn’t know, or didn’t care. I would say they didn’t care. They just wanted this whole thing to go away. Docdoru, himself, would be the first one to tell you the plaque was for kilometers and that he had a considerable ways to go to reach 100,000 miles. At that time, Nickcaro was way beyond 100,000 miles and I was at 97,335 miles (not kilometers). BRP was oblivious to all of this. They were way out in the ether. In my opinion, their behavior was dishonorable.
BRP is just not good at public relations. They don’t have a feel for it. BRP could learn a few things from the folks at CowTown and those Spyder owners in Missouri who organized the Missouri Rendezvous. The Missouri gang would have terminated the high mileage program in an honorable way and everyone would have been happy. They would have done so without arrogance, deceit, false assertions, or slight of hand. BRP behaved as if they wanted to sneak off in the dead of night.
It is finished. This chapter is closed.
Some “executive” at BRP will write a memo asking the question: “who will rid me of this pesky old man.” - paraphrasing Shakespeare.
I will go back to telling Lamonster that if he really loved motorcycles, he would ride more. Maybe he will help me with my homework?:joke:
At the time of the second owners meeting in Los Angeles, a different pattern had emerged. A fellow from the east coast, Nickcaro, was commuting to work on his Spyder and had racked up some really serious mileage. He was and is the highest mileage rider. I was the second highest mileage rider. Third place was held by another guy from Florida, Docdoru, who was not very far behind me. Docdoru got the gift certificate for being the highest mileage rider because neither Nickcaro, nor I, attended the event. BRP was establishing a tradition of awarding a prize for the highest mileage rider in attendance at the owners meetings.
Going into the third annual owners meeting in Lake Villa, the rankings remained the same. Nickcaro had a commanding lead, and I was a somewhat distant second. Docdoru remained in third place. Because I didn’t expect Nickcaro to attend the event, I thought the gift certificate would be awarded to me. My lead over Docdoru was growing.
What I didn’t know was that BRP had decided to discontinue awarding a prize for the highest mileage rider. This was a perfectly reasonable thing to do. It doesn’t make much sense to give a $1,000 prize when there are only three people who can possibly win it. It makes even less sense when the lead guy doesn’t attend the event. I understand what BRP was doing and why they were doing it. I am sympathetic to their point of view. What I didn’t like was how they did it. BRP bungled it badly.
When I asked the BRP executive if they were going to award a gift certificate for the highest mileage rider, he said “no”, that they had already given a pin and plaque to Docdoru for 100K and that he was the highest mileage rider. What? Docdoru got a plaque for 100,000 kilometers. That’s no where near the highest mileage. BRP did not make it clear that the plague was for kilometers and not miles. Either they didn’t know, or didn’t care. I would say they didn’t care. They just wanted this whole thing to go away. Docdoru, himself, would be the first one to tell you the plaque was for kilometers and that he had a considerable ways to go to reach 100,000 miles. At that time, Nickcaro was way beyond 100,000 miles and I was at 97,335 miles (not kilometers). BRP was oblivious to all of this. They were way out in the ether. In my opinion, their behavior was dishonorable.
BRP is just not good at public relations. They don’t have a feel for it. BRP could learn a few things from the folks at CowTown and those Spyder owners in Missouri who organized the Missouri Rendezvous. The Missouri gang would have terminated the high mileage program in an honorable way and everyone would have been happy. They would have done so without arrogance, deceit, false assertions, or slight of hand. BRP behaved as if they wanted to sneak off in the dead of night.
It is finished. This chapter is closed.
Some “executive” at BRP will write a memo asking the question: “who will rid me of this pesky old man.” - paraphrasing Shakespeare.
I will go back to telling Lamonster that if he really loved motorcycles, he would ride more. Maybe he will help me with my homework?:joke: