"Believe me, I know of these thinks"... Is what Mor of Motorcycle Repair shop located on Indiana Street in San Francisco might say to you in his attempt to please you to get your money (or a date... Anything. Really!). Poor Mor locks anyone who needs repair service in his cage (yard fence) and attempts to talk to them about past sexual encounters. At least thats what happened after i requested a simple tire purchase and mount.in my attempt to ignore him, I had to ask to be let out of his "shop" (built with his "Own Two Hands"!) and told him I'll return after he is done... About one hour later I returned and he outoftheblue desperately asks for a date. And after he hears a big "NO" suddenly the original total price gets "upped" $50.00!! And if you don't have the xtra $50 [CASH ONLY! ],
he shouts..."Get out of here!" The real kicker is that he KEEPS YOUR MOTORCYCLE KEYS AND EXPECTS YOU TO JOG/WALK/TAXI TO THE NEAREST ATM (ABOUT 20 CITY BLOCKS) AND JOG BACK TO PAY HIM ADDITIONAL CASH FEE NON-DATE MONEY (WHILE HE PROBABLY 'F*CKS' WITH YOUR BIKE!)... Talk about harrassment, abuse AND RIP-OFFs. Anyone who has met the 5'4" know-it-all motormouth lonely bore from Isriel would know what im talking about...
How is this guy in business??
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