Well, The big day to finally pick up my 2000 Hayabusa was at hand. I'm buying it from my best friend, but he had one last ride to take. He left on Saturday morning, rode up to Yosemite, Bass Lake, found some terrific roads, had a great time. 77 miles from home on Highway 138 out of Palmdale, while enjoying the ride, the view, and the day, his buddy in front of him suddenly decided to stop at this little store without warning. Next thing you know, he's sliding down the road behind the Buse. So now I'll be getting some new plastic, an exhaust can, and a mirror. I'm so bummed I can't stand it. At least he is okay, except for no fingerprints on his right hand (wearing fingerless gloves), and a bit sore. He called me when he got home to tell me the sad news. The bright side is I know he will replace everything, but of course the bad news is that I gotta wait another couple of weeks to get it. Man, I had a ride planned this weekend to get acquainted with my new found love. Love hurts........