I brought my Harley Deluxe for inspection yesterday. The young lady at the office takes my registration document enters the info into her computer and tells me "$6.00, we only take cash". I pay her and she tells me to have a seat, I waited on the bench outside while puffing on my cigar. The bike was next to me. Five minutes pass and the clerk comes out of the office and asks me where I'd like the inspection sticker affixed. That was it, no one looked at the bike. That's American enterprise. 
Chico
Chico