When I first moved to Denver, I took my Wing and a set of tires to a multi brand dealer to get them installed... they walked the bike, no scratches or dings, noted it... took bike back for tire fitting.
I stood outside having a smoke and watched one of the younger guys ridng a bike back from the service area up to the service desk area where I was... before he exited the fenced off area, he rode across some small rocks and sand while in the turn, and lowsided the bike...
I stood there in disbelief... then kinda woke up from it, walked over to him to make sure he was OK... got yelled at for being in a "restricted area" by him. He picked the bike up, and walked in to the service desk area, I followed, and he started to talk to the SM... could have cut the air with a knife, it was thick with language and anger... paperwork was being smacked on to counters... the SM looked at me, asked if he could help me... "Yeah, I don't want him riding my Wing back from the service area!"