Ok this has to be shouted.
I DROPPED MY MOTHERFUCKING BIKE in the MOTHERFUCKING PARKING LOT.
There. I feel better. Well, ok, no I don’t.
Because, you know, I DROPPED MY FUCKING BIKE.
God I hate when I do this. And I drive a big plastic monstrosity, a trophy 1200 (That one ain’t mine, but mine’s just like it, or was until just now when I DROPPED IT!).
It’s the classic one. Kick stand wasn’t quite down and I let go.
The damage is mostly cosmetic, with one busted turn signal (which is of course like a hundred dollar part — fucking british import), and a friendly co-worker helped me get it back on two wheels so I didn’t blow by back picking it up, which I have done before with other bikes.
But christ. Just what I need to start my evening…
[made with ecto]