Got up way early Sunday morning to beat the traffic, and the Arizona sun. I go out to the garage, check to make sure the side stand is down, go to the rear of the bike and take it off the rear stand. I have the bike on the ground and I turn the stand to the left so it will set down on the side stand. Only problem is, the side stand caught the cement groove in the garage, and before I could catch it, it was on its side. Fortunately, only minor scratches on the left panel. Nothing broken. I can have the panel repainted and it will be as good as new. But its taken until now to stop being POed at myself for not being able to catch the Busa before it fell. Fortunately, nothing major. I'm going to be super careful in the future when I take it off the rear stand. I may paint the whole bike a new color, but I haven't decided yet.
Any how, I get the Busa stood back up, and after throughly checking it, I decide to go on my ride. I left later than I wanted but it was a pretty decent ride going out. Great twisties up and back; however, after I get through the twisties, and I'm on a straight road just crusing along... I wasen't even thinking about speed. I mean I really wasen't even going fast, I passed a deputy sheriff going the opposite direction. Next thing I know, he has turned around and has his red lights on me. Of course I pulled over and at first he was a little hostile. Wanting to know if I knew how fast I was going. I said some where around 50. He said the speed limit is 45 and I had you on radar at 67. I said man this day is definately not starting out good and showed him the minor road rash on the Busa, and explained my morning. He turned out to be a nice guy and let me go. So... that part of the day was good. But man I was stressed because I have a commercial drivers license, and I can't get any tickets. I will definately watch my Ps and Qs through that section of the road in the future. By the way, I went home and stayed close the rest of the day. I wasen't taking any more chances on that particular day.
Any how, I get the Busa stood back up, and after throughly checking it, I decide to go on my ride. I left later than I wanted but it was a pretty decent ride going out. Great twisties up and back; however, after I get through the twisties, and I'm on a straight road just crusing along... I wasen't even thinking about speed. I mean I really wasen't even going fast, I passed a deputy sheriff going the opposite direction. Next thing I know, he has turned around and has his red lights on me. Of course I pulled over and at first he was a little hostile. Wanting to know if I knew how fast I was going. I said some where around 50. He said the speed limit is 45 and I had you on radar at 67. I said man this day is definately not starting out good and showed him the minor road rash on the Busa, and explained my morning. He turned out to be a nice guy and let me go. So... that part of the day was good. But man I was stressed because I have a commercial drivers license, and I can't get any tickets. I will definately watch my Ps and Qs through that section of the road in the future. By the way, I went home and stayed close the rest of the day. I wasen't taking any more chances on that particular day.
