It was shipped on a skid. All they had to do was let go of the tie-downs and the bike was ready to ride.
Since this was just down the street from Bob's BMW I took it over there to see if maybe they could inspect it for me. I did stop to wonder how embarrassed I would feel rumbling up on this beast but no one there gave me any shit.
They took the bike immediately and it passed inspection.
Once I have some time I'll write something up about it. It's a weird beast, like riding an anachronism.