Up until three weeks ago I had three bikes at my disposal. One for my daily commute (EX500), one for the track (ZX7R), and one was my dream bike (RSV Mille). Three weeks ago I decided to be rational, and downsize my garage to just one or two bikes; just have one for the commute and the track, and then my dream bike. Somewhere along the way I picked up a really bitchin' full-on track bike (ZX6R). It wasn't street legal, so that meant that I had to stop making my RSV Mille such a garage queen, and use it for full-time street duty and ride it to work. I had to stop being so star-struck with the bike and obsess about keeping it so pristine.
Two days ago, I switch my insurance policy to include full-coverage on the RSV Mille for my own peace of mind, especially now that I was going to be riding it every day of the week.
Twelve hours ago, I had a lowside crash on my RSV Mille. A very stupid lowside yards from my driveway because of complacency and cold tires.
Two years and seven bikes since I started riding, and I make the most stupid mistake I could make on a motorcycle. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad it wasn't a major accident, but you must imagine the level of frustration I have on myself right now for having done this on my Mille. It took me seven motorcycles until I finally have the one bike I've always lusted over, and I crash on it. It couldn't have happened on any one of the other motorcycles I've previously owned, none of which held as prestigious of spot in my garage as the Mille.
Dumb fucking luck.
Luckily, the damage only cost me $20 to fix, unless I wanted to replace the rashed fairings (which I don't).
But the sheer and utter stupidity of it all is just personally shameful.
Sigh.
Think happy thoughts:
Ah. :)
