My first drop is what you call Irony.
Spent two glorious weeks traveling the western roads with a friend. Some travel in part was to my first ever CCR event. The remaining, was because the roads are there.
In very short detail... We traveled NE from California to CCR (2005), then continued on up through Yellowstone, the Glaciers, down the Oregon Coast, over through Lassen St.Park and through the backway of Lancaster towards the I5.
The ride was great. The weather couldn't have been better.
That was until, we came to our last fill-up of the ride. Less than 1 hour from home. Literally the last 50 miles of the trip. I fill up the bike, pickup the receipt from the cashier, go to hop back into the saddle (perhaps alittle to quickly), and, the bike (which I might add, had an additional 125 in packing on it) and thats when those words rang through my head that you never stop this bike from going over... you mearly slow its decent.
Needless to say, both bike and I headed straight sideways into the gas pump.
Pinned downed by what was surely to at least 925 pounds, my friend, gas attendant, and several other nearby customers came running to my rescue.
Is the Irony part sinking in yet :/ Keep reading then...
Damage... well, other than my pride, a now rippled side case chrome trim peace, a slightly bent rear brake lever, and, a few small scratches on the underside of the right saddle bag I'd have to say....
Well, I said plenty when I was pinned down by the bike, only to be stairing at this until my rescuer's arrived.
Remember the 7 words you can't say on television? well I added a few.
Oh, I almost forgot... my souvenir