So here's the deal with my tank - $0. Kevin didn't like my crooked tank badge, and he encouraged me to make a warranty claim to replace it. I've had issues with dealers near me, and the logistics of the whole thing led CMW to send me a new tank - easy job, right? Well…
The new tank is different from the old tank. The flanges that mount the front to the bike are spaced wider apart than my OEM one. So while the original meshed with the fitting under the handlebars perfectly, the new one has had gaps which needed to be filled before tightening down. Unfortunately, I didn't know any of this; the tank wasn't rattling loose in position. From where I was standing and working my tools, straddling the front wheel facing aft to take care about striking the tank, I couldn't actually see the flanges very well, nor could I really feel any serious resistance in the tools as I tightened the nut and bolt beyond finger tight. The first indicator of trouble I had was when the paint started cracking off the flanges, which I was bending inward without any trouble at all, thank you very much. I now have a new tank with bent flanges, chipped paint and bare metal near the welds. No leaks, though… for the moment.
Kevin, after the fact, said: "Somewhere along the line RE changed the stamping for the underside of the tank to allow for a little more room and to make a better tank. The net result is that the flanges are wider on new tanks. We are not 100% sure when this occurred because they make running changes on the bikes and not model year changes."
I imagine that it will be argued that it's my fault and that I should have noticed what was going on and not done it; I see that my most grievous error was to assume that a replacement tank would fit the bike it was presumably made for. Anyway, I sure would have liked to know that the flanges were wider beforehand; I've got plenty of washers around that could have been added as spacers, before the paint chips started hitting the floor.
My crooked badge is looking pretty good right now. And to think, Scotty, a little double-stick tape would have saved all this trouble...