I have seen (and experienced) motorcycle recovery in action a few times. On each occasion it has been tip-top.
My 1600 dumped the contents of its radiator down an Austrian alpine pass. I and my pillion were recovered to the nearest BMW deslership, about an hour away. I guess we waited 90 minutes for the flat bed to get to us.
The 1600 was new out then, so nobody had really clocked the problem it has with possible overheating if the obscured lower 1/3 of the radiator is blocked.
The dealership got it up onto the ramp, checked the system for leaks, checked the thermostat and radiator cap. Refilled the system and sent me on our way with just a shrug to say, it’s a mystery.
The second time, I ‘flew’ a Pan European, buckling the front wheel. The bike was recovered to a Honda dealership in the south west of France, shut as it was now early evening. I was carried by taxi to my hotel. The dealership was shut the next day, Sunday and, as it was France, up until after lunch on Monday, the earliest they could look at it. I needed to be on my way home before then, so they gave me an excellent Golf Turbo Diesel. I was then given the option of having the bike’s new wheel fitted in France (about a week) or the bike recovered all the way back to London, Honda at Chiswick.
Agreeing that by the end of the week I would be in Calais, it was crazy to then drive all the way back to SW France, to return the loan car and pick up the bike. This the recovery agent accepted, no problem. As it was a French hire car, it was agreed that I would drop the car at the ferry terminal at Calais, they would taxi me to the boat and arrange a British car for me to drive on arrival at Dover. Bang on cue, there it was on arrival. I was then given the choice of keeping the British car until my bike was recovered to the UK and repaired by Honda Chiswick (about three weeks) or - if I had other transport - they would pick the car up from my flat in central London, at my convenience. I opted for the latter.
All arranged with the minimum of fuss. Yes, I drove around in a car. Yes, my mates piled it up with their luggage. Yes, I went the same way as the bikes, down the country roads. Did I miss my bike? Not much. Did I enjoy my holiday? Of course.