Well I was backing my bike out of my fathers garage... I had spent the night at their house because it was raining and I didn't feel like riding from South Jersey to the suburbs of philadelphia in cold rain at eleven pm. So I waited for the rain to stop and the roads not to be so slippery. Around five am I back the bike out of the garage which slopes away from house... Didn't notice that there was a significant amount of frost on the ground... Needless to say as I was backing the bike up and carefully turning across the driveway so I could turn around the bike just slid to the right and started to drop... This is one heavy bike. Especially when mother nature has created a very slick surface. It slammed onto the left side and slid down the drive way about two feet. The nose has some scratches, the left fairing has some really deep ones, stator cover has some pretty decent grindage, left pipe ground down some and a ding (not that bad) in the gas tank... and the left mirror is scuffed. There is nothing worse than the moment in time when you realize you can't stop an event... that split second were you just have to let go... I actually tried to fall under the bike and prevent it from hitting the ground thinking that my father would be leaving for work in an hour and would be able to lift it off me.
I will post pics later... The one thing I learned is ... my wife doesn't understand the relationship I have with my bike. What really sucks is that I ordered frame sliders two days before...
I will post the pics when I feel that looking at won't make me so sad.
my new GF even pretier and much smarter...
