On my way home from work... I stop at the last gas station before i get home, for smokes. I'm coming one way around the pumps, while a big black pickup is coming the other way, both of us are driving like badasses, and neither of us saw the other coming. We both slammed on the brakes, my scoot went out from under me... I picked it up and looked it over (still running), and picked up my gas can and jacket and put them back in the rear basket, while the kid driving the truck is apologising and asking me if I'm ok... "Yeah, I'm fine."
It broke my right front turnsignal lens and scuffed up the housing, made a couple new scratches in the body, and I've got a little road rash on my right elbow and knee. My guitar has a new chip in it about the size of a big tailnoe clipping.
Not too bad, and it tells me that I need to spend a little more time on my brakes before making the bike faster... Duh.
david