This weekend has been the worse weekend I can remember. So here goes nothing.
It all started Friday not when the punk teenagers across the street destroyed my mailbox and then tried to flee the scene before being caught. I opened my front door, flipped the front porch light on, and watched as the kid peeled out in my grass to get away. I was fortunate that the other car load of punk kids was still trying to turn around in my other neighbors driveway, so I walked out into the street and stopped them before they left as well. Although we didn't have the kids tag, my wife told the teenagers that we had their buddies license plate number and that we were calling the cops. Now before I go any further I have to stress that this is the second destroyed mailbox, the first one we got stuck replacing, so we were not going to pay for another mailbox we didn't destroy ourselves. Needless to say the kid did come back after the cops got there and confessed to hitting it and driving away when we scared him by coming outside and turning the lights on, what a joke.
Now onto Saturday, the first 70 degree day here in Ga, so I decided to get the ole crossplane out for an afternoon of riding. A couple hours into the ride I head into town to meet my wife and daughter for lunch. I had suggested we go to Chick-Fil-A, but my wife decided she anted mellow mushroom, so we headed that way. When we got to the parking lot the place was packed. There was a single rat style Harley Davidson in one of the parking spots up front, which I thought about parking next to but decided not to and drove around to the side of the building to park next to my wife. I pulled straight into the parking spot with the front of my '09 facing the restaurant. I got off shut the motorcycle off and put all my gear in my wife's vehicle. Before going into eat I decided to turn the motorcycle around with the nose facing away from the restaurant and closer to the entrance to the parking spot, so anyone driving down the side of the building would see. Directly across from me now was the Waffle House and a strip of parking spots facing their building. We proceed to go inside and have lunch, when I get a call from my dad who was in town as well, so we extend the lunch off his way. He shows up roughly 15 minutes later and joins us on the front patio to eat and hang out with his granddaughter. Several minutes go by of normal chatter chatter, when my wife's sees a groups of about ten motorcycles go by in front of the Mellow Mushroom and points it out to my almost three year old who's loves motorcycles almost as much as her dad. My dad then says, "yea, its a nice day to be out riding." Then I reply, "yea I brought the bike out for the first time this year." He then replies, yea on my way in here I noticed a bike laying over on the side of the building. I begin to panic and ask, right over there??? He says yea a white one is just lying on its side. I freak out run off the patio in a craze, come around the building and past my wife's truck to find my pride and joy laying on the left side. I immediately squatted down and lifted the bike back up on its kickstand and began to have hot flashes, lol, not really but I could have thrown up.
I instantly started questioning myself as to how it could have fallen over, did I do something wrong? Did I set it on an un-level slope, did the kickstand sink in the asphalt parking lot and tip over? All of these thoughts are going through my head when I began to put things together. First thing I noticed that was the destroyed front fender with cracks all over it, which I thought was very odd because the left mid fairing and the upper cowl didn't shatter. Then I saw it. I looked down at the ground and saw a 6-8 inch gouge on the asphalt where the kickstand was forced backwards towards the mellow mushroom building which was behind my bike. Some dumba$$ backed into my bike. I couldn't believe. They just hit it watched it fall and drove away.
I immediately started pacing around looking for any clues in the parking lot of the accident. Looking for witnesses or cameras, I found nothing. I went into the Waffle House and tried to find someone, anyone that may have seen the accident. Nothing they were all in awe at what happened and explained to me how they didn't see the hit and run but did notice the bike lying there on its side, like that's a f'ing normal position for a motorcycle to be in. Just my luck, no one had any information at either mellow mushroom or Waffle House. There were no cameras outside on either building so I was screwed, left to wonder who in the right mind would hit a motorcycle and drive away, not knowing if the rider would even be able to continue home if the bike was un- rideable.
Luckily I was able to get the right sided and she crunk right up. Smoked for just a second and then hummed like she always did. I was able to ride home, with my pride destroyed and my emotions all over the map. I did call the police before I left and had a report done, but since the bike is paid for and I only have liability on it, the bills on me.
The only bright side to this horrible afternoon, is that the recently added $1300 Graves 3/4 link system didn't get a single scratch. Majority of the damage happened at the front end of the bike.
So if you guys have any of the parts I need or if you are a dealer and want to help a fellow rider out with a discount on some parts to put her back together I would greatly appreciate it. I understand you guys are not running a charity, but if you can help in anyway I would greatly appreciate it. I will be posting what all was damaged to try to figure out what my total bill is going to rack up to.
Thanks guys, sorry for the novel, but I hope you don't have a weekend like I did anytime soon.
Here's some pictures of the damage and a list of the scratched or damaged parts.
1.) Upper cowl
2.) Front fender
3.) Bar end
4.) Clutch lever
5.) Stator case
6.) Air tube cover
9.) Tail section