"No problem," I said. "I'll just turn around and meet you back at your place."
I started to go forward, paralleling the road, when all of a sudden my wheel caught a rut. The rut turned the wheel sharply to the left and down we went. To make matters worse, I was close enough to the road that,new hen I went down, the bike and I hit the asphalt,narthex than a soft farm field. Dammit!!!
I scratched up the left side, notably the mirror. Crushed on the glass side, scratched on the outside.
...and the tank, which realy went down hard.
I aso managed to bend the shift lever; this is interesting because I learned this is supposed to happen. It bends so the shaft that leads to the transmission does not bend or break. Fortunately, I have a friend R. with a blow torch and some mad skillz... We will see how that turns out.
I also busticated the handguard. Of course, it had to be one with an ingrate turn signal, instead of a simple, cheap, black piece of plastic. We will see what my local body shop can do with this.
And, I snapped the end off the clutch lever, another part that is meant to "give" in a crash.