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It was a beautiful spring day yesterday, so I rode my shiny new Vision to a few estimate calls that I had to take care of. I just had the 800 kilometer service performed last week and the bike is running great.
Upon returning home I parked her at the top of the driveway and set the alarm. I was doing some work in my office shortly after five when my stepson came in and said "Mom needs to see you out front". I walked out on the front porch and my wife just kept saying "I'm so sorry honey". "Sorry about what" I replied.
Then I saw her. Lying on her left side tip overs, and partially embedded in the chain link fence. I just kept saying in my head, "I love my wife, I really do" in order to prevent an emotional explosion from spewing from my lips.
We got the bike untangled from the fence and sitting upright again. There were obvious scrapes on the windshield (to which I replied, "I guess this is my excuse for ordering the Cee Bailey's version). There was green paint transfer from the chainlink along the side of the mirror housing trim and the front left corner of the fairing. And there was a small nick in the rear lip of the trunk where the rear windshield wiper onmy wife'sSUV made contact with the bike.
Of course I had to ask the obvious questions about how she could backdown our long driveway without noticing that the bike was parked where it has been parked many times before when she has returned from work. Apparently she knew the bike was there as she started to back in. My stepson evenmade a point of letting herknowjust in case. Then she and her 17year old son got into a verbalexhcange about chores (as mothers and 17 year old boys often do). The end result was that she became distracted from the task at hand and clunk went my Vision.
A few minutes with some fine polishing compound took care of the scratches and paint transfer from the fence. It even took the scratches out of the windscreen (darn, really wanted to order that Cee Bailey's). I thanked my honey for putting the first scratch on my bike so I didn't have to and suggested it would take a long time for her to live this one down. She promptly reminded me about that time two years ago when I was putting hershiny new C50 into the garage (a month after she bought it) and dropped it on its' side and scratched her shiny new mirror. I guess we're even now.
Be careful out there folks. Even in your own driveway!
Upon returning home I parked her at the top of the driveway and set the alarm. I was doing some work in my office shortly after five when my stepson came in and said "Mom needs to see you out front". I walked out on the front porch and my wife just kept saying "I'm so sorry honey". "Sorry about what" I replied.
Then I saw her. Lying on her left side tip overs, and partially embedded in the chain link fence. I just kept saying in my head, "I love my wife, I really do" in order to prevent an emotional explosion from spewing from my lips.
We got the bike untangled from the fence and sitting upright again. There were obvious scrapes on the windshield (to which I replied, "I guess this is my excuse for ordering the Cee Bailey's version). There was green paint transfer from the chainlink along the side of the mirror housing trim and the front left corner of the fairing. And there was a small nick in the rear lip of the trunk where the rear windshield wiper onmy wife'sSUV made contact with the bike.
Of course I had to ask the obvious questions about how she could backdown our long driveway without noticing that the bike was parked where it has been parked many times before when she has returned from work. Apparently she knew the bike was there as she started to back in. My stepson evenmade a point of letting herknowjust in case. Then she and her 17year old son got into a verbalexhcange about chores (as mothers and 17 year old boys often do). The end result was that she became distracted from the task at hand and clunk went my Vision.
A few minutes with some fine polishing compound took care of the scratches and paint transfer from the fence. It even took the scratches out of the windscreen (darn, really wanted to order that Cee Bailey's). I thanked my honey for putting the first scratch on my bike so I didn't have to and suggested it would take a long time for her to live this one down. She promptly reminded me about that time two years ago when I was putting hershiny new C50 into the garage (a month after she bought it) and dropped it on its' side and scratched her shiny new mirror. I guess we're even now.
Be careful out there folks. Even in your own driveway!