So, it's the last day of this three year project that has been an absolute marathon this virus/infection thing I've had is still holding on (can't hear a thing out of my left ear), and I'm just grumpy, tired and it's one of those morning where the only reason I'm doing anything is that I'm an "adult" - know what I mean? If it wasn't for my wife, my girls and my business partner I would have stayed home! Who needs a final deliverable and a paid invoices, right?
Anyhow, my bright spot is the beautiful K1200GT in the garage and I throw my crud in the top case, don the gear and fire her up. Oh, the sound of that perfect 4, I'm thinking the ride will be great, this is what I need.... Up goes the kickstand and I back it out of the garage making sure I don't back into my truck and I lose it... the bike goes over and I'm trying to fight it and there's that sound -
Brand new paint on asphault
- the worst sound in the world!
There I am, crying in my Schuberth. Heaving the Starship up. Cursing like a sailor.
One week old, 30 day tags on her. F*$*&#*@&*(([email protected]
I'm so bummed.