The Triumph shop I worked at was smack-dab in downtown Atlanta. "Hot-lanta". "In the shadow of the Capitol dome" it said on the business cards.
Kemp had 3 or 4 shop rules, but the most important was this... when the time-temp bank sign across the street showed 93°, it was time to knock off and go get a 6-pack. The showroom was air conditioned, but the shop wasn't. All we had was some big pedestal fans to move the hot air around. So when it was 93° on the sign, it was 93° in the shop... too hot to turn a wrench
The shop was an converted car wash. One of those with the long hall outfitted with glass windows so you could watch your car being washed. Except now the customers could see the mechanics work on their bikes. So we had to hide the beer by wrapping the bottles in shop rags. Let me tell you, beer tastes even better
when it's wrapped in a red shop rag !! And there we'd sit on our rolling mechanics stools, all in a circle like we were doing something really important, and discretely drink beer until 5PM.
The owner had sworn-off alcohol, so Kemp had another rule. We couldn't put the empty cans in the garbage without being discovered. So we'd toss the empties up onto the roof. It was a low slung, flat roofed building and was an easy toss. No one ever went up on the roof, and we thought that was the safest place. One afternoon some heavy rain showed up with gusty wind. Ten plus customers and sales staff were all looking out the front showroom windows marveling at the rain, when all of a sudden an avalanche of beer cans can pouring off the roof ! "No, sir. Absolutely not. We don't know anything about beer cans on the roof."
At 5PM we had to roll all the motorcycles from the "corral" back into the shop to lock up. Everybody helped. That was easy work. The hard part was getting 50 motorcycles back out in the morning. There was no space to turn them around, so in the AM we had to push them out in reverse. After 7 years of daily practice, I could roll a bike backwards faster and better than going forward. The skills you learn !
Kemp had another rule: Absolutely No Music. One day a new mechanic showed up and put his radio on a music station. We told him, "that's got to be turned OFF when Kemp gets here." He didn't believe us. Kemp came in, opened up his tool box. We didn't say anything, we simply knew to watch. Kemp took out a pair of diagonal cutters and without saying a word walked over to the radio. In a shower of sparks, he cut the power cord right flush with the back of the radio. He never said a thing, simply turned and walked back to his work area. That turned the radio OFF.
It was the best of times.