So I decided to visit my folks in Portland last weekend, a 435 mile ride from Boise. My sister's car was also parked in the driveway so my father was trying to back his car out of the garage by zigzaging between the cars and hit my bike in the process. It got knocked into the rocks. After 81,000 miles, I now have three big dents in my tank and a major scratched up fairing. All my sister had to do was move her car and it would have been a straight shot out of the driveway for my dad.
I'm pissed.
Now I need to buy a new tank.
I'm pissed.
Now I need to buy a new tank.