Now for my story (I'll try to keep it short)
I moved to California from New York about a year ago, and brought my SV1000S with me. After a modicum of investigation, I decided to keep my New York plates & license as long as would seem believable (wore my 2011 sticker all the way till I sold the bike in March, 2012) because I've heard some horror stories about bringing bikes to the state (also I didn't meet the dreaded 7,500mi restrictions)
I sold the bike to a nice German fellow who lives in San Jose and works for Michelin (FREE TIRES!). I think I gave him a pretty fair price and he was willing to deal with the DMV work. So we agreed that I would hold the cash in escrow and, were he unable to complete the registration, we would reverse the deal.
This ended up being a very long process. He had to travel to three different DMV's who all gave him different reasons why the bike couldn't be registered. When he made a rebuttal of their misunderstanding of the rules they would simply send him packing. Ultimately it came down to the "federal emissions sticker" having been removed from the frame. [...That may have been me...] He had to call Suzuki and get them to mail him a letter confirming the vin & engine & their conforming to federal law. Took about two weeks, I feel a bit bad because what a headache for this guy...
So, fast forward two months. I get Betty, who is running intermittently but can't legally be taken on the road. I limp her over to the Corte Madera DMV (north of San Francisco), my stomach rumbling with unease at my impending visit to purgatory.
I get my forms (had to get a new license too) fill them out, and returned to a brief altercation about having been misdirected to leave them in some incorrect express form box. I weaseled my way out of that one by grinning like an idiot.
Now for the interesting part - here in CA you bring your bike to the DMV and they check it there. Most newer bikes must be checked out by the California Highway Patrol (a miserable added step). So, after filling the forms I drove a plateless betty around the back of the DMV and waited in line to get checked out.
Now I'm the last person here, only bike/ car in the line, and he really gave the woman in front of my the third degree. "TURN OF YOUR HEADLIGHTS! PUMP THE BRAKE THREE TIMES! LEFT TURN SIGNAL, RIGHT TURN SIGNAL! THIS CAR CANNOT BE REGISTERED AT THIS TIME." ouch.
I pull up and he says "Sounds pretty nice, ok Here's what I need to see Vin Number, Engine Number, Federal Emission Sticker, and blah blah blah some other things." GULP.
Find the first two, no problem. Now, we're taking off the panels, opening the seat, pulling the gas tank, inspecting the frame for these other items that I KNOW are not there.
MR. DMV: "Well, it looks like whoever did this work had a lot of pride in this bike." (BAAWWHAHAHAHAHA)
Me: "Yeah, the whole frame was bead blasted and powder coated, they heat painted the engine and repainted all of the body work."
MR. DMV: "Yeah, that's what I thought, so I'm just going to put on these forms that I can't locate any of these things, take it back in to window 16 and she'll give you your registration."
You really had my back on that one Betty!
In conclusion:
"Hey I've got a newer fuel-injected high-tech motorcycle in immaculate condition..."
California: "Get that crap out of my state."
"Hey I've got a 34 year old motorcycle that someone spray painted, I've been banging on it with a hammer for the last week..."
California: "That'll be $140."
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Things they did not check
Horn
Headlights
High beams
Turn Signals
Tire tread depth
Brake lights
Emissions
Exhaust volume (Betty ain't quiet)
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