I had sold my Yamaha Maxium to get a Harley but then started a family. You know the story. Me and the wife had always talked about getting a bike after the kids went off to college and we could enjoy it together. We bought 4 quads so we could enjoy together as a family (son started riding at age 4). I use to race trikes as a kid and we really got into ATVing. Then I started a ATV customizing and rental business called American ATV. I first seen Big Dogs when I was opening up American ATV accounts with the distributors. Big Dog was soliciting new dealers. I considered it (I should have buy in was only 100K in the beginning). But I was an off roader. This was a 10 year time frame.
Fast forward another 5 years. I was hosting Friday night poker for a couple of years when one of my friends (Nick) showed up with a new HD. Nick use to watch me race and had no problem letting me take it for a spin. It was fun, but I just didnt want to spend the money on a HD. A few weeks later I am filling up the work truck at a gas station and up pulls a new Mustang. Sounded sweet. So I said I think I'm going to get one (must be mid life crisis). Go to my sons football game that Saturday morning and tell the other Dads I'm going to get a Mustang. And they had all just watched Wildhogs, and said lets all go get bikes and we'll be the Marilla Wildhogs. So I found a used Fatboy online at Rochester Thunder. When I went to look at the fatboy, it looked like a Kawasaki next to the customs (this was Monday). Tuesday I went back ad test rode the Chopper. Wife said to get it but I could tell she was having a problem with the price so I backed off. Wednesday she tells me she racked up $20K on the credit cards she was hiding from me, and that I should really get the bike. Now I'm sick to my stomach and said no. Thursday, now I'm pissed. I called the dealer and told him to prep the bike. On day 5, Friday (laborday weekend) a co-worker gets killed on the job when a chop saw kicks back and cuts his throat open. Died on the spot. Called the dealer told him I what had happened and I wasnt coming in. I toss and turn all night Friday, when its you time its your time it doesnt matter if your on a bike or at work. Wife tells me she doesnt want me to wait another 10 years to wait for a bike, only to never have the chance. I'm getting ready to call the dealer, when they called me up and asked if they knocked $1500 off the asking price I'd make the deal. I said Done. Picked it up in about 2 hours after the call and rode it to my sons football game (1 week after the the guys all said they were getting bikes). I was the only one who actually go any kind of motorcycle. They all had their excusses - wife, college, money, etc... To this day I am the only one who has gotten one. I ride alone 90% of the time (my tortured soul time), and ride with my friend Nick, who re-ignited the motorcycle passion within me, the other 10%. Id ride with Nick more but he is a bar hopper, and I like the long rides. It took me 5 days from first looking at a Big Dog to owning a Big Dog.
I have no other hobbies, I work doubles 5 days a week and 1 weekend a month. So being able to come home open the garage door and ride has its appeal. I like the Chopper so much I am looking at getting a second custom. The big question now is weather I'll get a second bike or a helicopter. I've been test riding bikes this week, and went to the airport to look into helicopter lessons today. (I spend 15-18 hours a week commuting back and forth to work, a helicopter could easily cut that in half).
Long winded but here you answer:
Looks, fit and finish, and dealer are why I choose BDM.