Did not know you were ex navy, me too. I laid my bike down on the 8th of October. Over 5K in damages, nothing mechanical, she was in the shop for three weeks. All back together now with plenty of new stuff!
Just got my first Harley. RK and real nice. Third time I road, I backed it out of the shop and turned too tight. Very slowly laid the bike down on my knee. I didn't want to scratch the bars. Called my son from the cell. He ran out of the house to the shop and helped lift the bike off my leg. Moral of story: Bike didn't get scratched and my knee hurt for three days!
03 Softail standard, with brand new Willy G Skull Derby,timer and air cleaner covers on. Go out riding in the country side, oh a phone call on the old cell phone. Vibrating in jacket pocket. So I pull over and turn off the bike, didn't get off thou. At the time I didn't have crash bars on. So I am talking on the phone and looking around and the next moment the bike is starting to lean to the right, I was using my right hand to hold the phone, and oh shit... The bike is laying in top if my right boot, holding the engine off the black top. But now I'm stuck, with 600 pounds of Softail on my boot. But didn't drop the phone! I had to try and yank my foot out of the boot without letting the brand new derby cover touch the blacktop. After some cussing and yanking I got the foot out but not without the cover getting a quarter size scrap on the cover. Damn that phone, lol. Had to get a new cover ya know.
Huge ding in bottom right side of my gas tank. I was taking ratchet straps off my Crossbones (in a trailer); I was tired after riding all day from Sturgis to Nebraska and then driving from Nebraska to OK all night in a truck pulling the bike. Anyway, I was tired enough to forget which side of the bike the kickstand is on and which way a bike will fall after straps are loosened.....in front of family I hadn't seen in years to boot...
Filled the tank on my FXR level full with diesel before noticing the odd smell. Fortunately, I was only about 5 miles from my house and called a friend who brought a can and 5/16 hose to drain it. Could have been ugly if I had started it.
Strapped my UC down on the trailer, put the rear straps on the wrong direction (cam buckle up by the bike instead of down by the trailer), cam buckle had a good 600 miles to ensure that there was no paint left on a 2"x2" inch spot on the back of the left saddle bag. The pisser was, it was about a month after dropping a good amount of dough on getting the tour pack repaired and repainted. That is an entry for another day, still a little annoyed about how the tour pack got damaged.
The object in life is not to arrive in a pristine well taken care of body; rather it is to slide in sideways, body thoroughly used up, a drink in one hand and chocolate in the other, screaming "That was one HELL of a ride!!!"
Just yesterday my buddy and I were talking of old times. we were taliking about the time he left his ignition on and his battery ran down, all the while we were talking, my ignition was on and ran my battery down. We were able to jump start it. I felt kinda dumb.