Last night, I went to meet up with a friend for dinner.
And we were eating, there was a loud crash, and a long shriek of what was clearly metal on asphalt. And then loud engine revving and further shrieks of metal.
Needless to say, it felt like a shot put had dropped from my throat to my balls.
Go outside, and there is some girl and her bf outside, standing around their Chevy Avalanche, and underneath, was my Triumph. Not only has she bumped it to knock it over, in a panic, she decided to attempt to flee the scene by running over my bike, catching in on the underside of her truck and dragged it about 50'.
Fortunately, a cop saw the whole thing and stopped them. But my bike is toast.
She only had 147 miles on her.
Good thing is, the insurance company is giving me MSRP. So, I guess I'm going bike shopping again.
Bad thing, the two people wanted to blame me for parking my bike. It was already parked when they hit it, they weren't there before me.
Sad thing, having to get on the bus to go home wearing a motorcycle jacket and carrying a helmet.