Well, today my baby hit the ground for the first time.
I was trying to be independent and not wait for TJ to help me navigate the grassy, sand-covered slope we were parked on. A friend helped me push the bike backwards up the hill, but when I got on it to ride it over to where we were going to park, I "heaved" it up too hard and got off balance to my right side.
Down the bike went and threw me, my tank bag and jacket down with it. The bike fared better than I did. If you can imagine this, the bike does not have a single scratch on the fairings that I can tell! Whew! The only rock in the area hit the mirror and scratched the back of it but other than that, you'd never know it was down. My pride is hurt bad and so is my left knee.
Ahhhhh, it's great to be a girl and ride a sportbike. When you fall down and go boom, guys flock from all over to help you get up!
Lesson learned. Next time, I wait for my husband to help me move the bike like he offered to in the first place.
'00 CBR F4 (the faster, silver/red model)
"Objects in mirror no longer matter!"