I went on a nice all day ride yesterday with my Dad and a friend. Started out at 9 am and road up to Williamsburgh, VA to the Colonial Parkway. We got seperated on the way back, and as I neared my house, which was litterally thirty seconds away, a car pulled out of a 7-11 parking lot, directly in front of me. He would have hit me if I didn't slam on the brakes, which I did. The bike locked up and threw me off, resulting in an ambulance ride to the Hospital. Net result: One concusion, one bruised hip, broken right mirror, severely scraped right fender, a severely damaged right saddlebag, and a broken brake assembly. Not sure what feels worse, me, or knowing I can't afford to fix any of this stuff for awhile.
The worse part is, the officer that came to see me at the Hospital said that there was a witness that told her the car was just sitting at a stoplight and I came up on it too fast and slammed on my brakes. Wish I could find this person AND the driver so I could kick both their asses. I love this bike. It just makes me wanna cry when I look at it now. It was my pride and joy.