Lesson Learned
A cute 17 year old blonde popped out of her car and apologized profusely. I was denied the satisfaction of screaming at her, because she looked like my daughter, and was on the verge of tears. She said she thought she was sticking out too much, and didn't see me when she backed up.
I was trying to remember how to pick up the bike by myself when a 6'5" 300 lb guy, jumps out of nowhere, and helped me right the bike. I was too flustered to thank him, but said "Oh, guess there is first time for everything", letting my pride get in the way.
Lesson learned? Stay 10 ft behind cars, and finger on the horn.
I checked the bike out, and thanks to my highway pegs, and saddlebag guards, there isn't a scratch. Then on the way home 2 deer run in front of me. Glad to be home.
I notice a scratch on my frame, but there is some rust in it, and I think it was from, a month ago, when I ran over a loose piece of concrete, and it bounced up and hit the frame. Guess I am adding "character" this summer.
I didn't get her insurance because I think the bike is fine, but I did take a picture of her driver's license, and get her phone number.
Last edited by Ron750; Jul 9, 2015 at 05:40 PM. Reason: Removed picture!
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