I’m going for a record, people! This is the THIRD SUMMER IN A ROW that my bike has been knocked over WHILE PARKED!
For crying out loud, it’s BRIGHT FUCKING YELLOW. What is WRONG with you people?
Last week’s special somebody was a guy from the Island in his… oh, wait for it… BIG ASS SUV! “Wow, I didn’t see it!”. Yeah, well, get a smaller vehicle, dork. Not only woud you avoid shit like this, you’d probably melt a few less polar ice caps every year, too. Last year it was some whump-nard in a pickup truck who offered me a hundred dollars so I could “paint over the scratches” (total bill for whump-nard: $2,500). This year’s guy paid a little more; he managed to mess up every single hunk of plastic on the bike – his trailer hitch lanced thru the high-side, which threw the nose down, which bounced up and then the tail took it. Yowza! I didn’t get a total take on the bill but I’m guessing in the 3 grand range. Luckly, my deductible was waived, but it’s still a drag.
Anyhow, it’s back on the road now, no more damage, looks good, summer is here, vroom vroom and all that good stuff. In fact, once it was all fixed up, I went for a quick boot with my friend Chad just to jiggle the new farings a little.
To further solidify people’s beliefs that I am “batshit fucking loco”, here’s a video I took while riding down a highway. Of me. From my motorcycle. WHILE DRIVING. Wheeee! Chad’s the bike in front.