I feel like such an asshat. 3000 miles without an incident, and then, went up to the ski resort I used to work at to party with some old friends. Drunk off my ass, liter of Smirnoff and some horrible beer called steel reserve in, some dude decides he doesn't like where my bike is sitting and asks me to move it. I gladly oblige the guy cause I'm usually a pretty agreeable person I think. Well, pushing the bike along the gravel driveway, I drunkenly lose my balance and fall, poor ninja right along with me. Broke the left mirror, turn signal, and scratched up my fairing a little bit. Nothing cracked though.
One week and a couple of ebay bids later, she's back to normal, except for the couple of scratches, but hey, chicks dig scars, right?
Man, was I disappointed in myself. It was such a feeling of being let down. All this decent riding I've been doing only to lose it pushing her along a driveway.
