Today involved a few firsts. It was the first time I wore my new shirt, the first time I rode my katana to work, and the first time my bike got hit.
I was inside the dunkin donuts near my work, and some guy comes in and tells me a guy just hit my bike. I run outside, and he was about to pull away in his white cadillac. He seemed to be roughly 60-65 years of age, and hoping he would just get away.
He's in the way of everyone trying to get in, so he tells me to meet him at the Shell station a few blocks away. Reluctantly (assuming he's just going to disappear forever) I say yes, as a guy helps me pick my bike up.
The left side mirror and turn signal assembly broke pretty much clean off. There's also a few more dings and scratches on the already scratched fairing.
After I was finally able to start my bike (was flooded from being on it's side.. I think?), I found the Shell, and he was sitting in a chair infront of it. Apparently he either owns it, or is a Master Tech. He and his buddy told me to go get a estimate from the motorcycle shop, and bring it back. Before I left, I grabbed his business card, just in case.
So yeah, they might not even get the estimate finished today, nevermind fixing it, so I'll be riding without a front signal or a front left mirror.
Oh well, that was the way I started my day today.. how about yourselves?
I was inside the dunkin donuts near my work, and some guy comes in and tells me a guy just hit my bike. I run outside, and he was about to pull away in his white cadillac. He seemed to be roughly 60-65 years of age, and hoping he would just get away.
He's in the way of everyone trying to get in, so he tells me to meet him at the Shell station a few blocks away. Reluctantly (assuming he's just going to disappear forever) I say yes, as a guy helps me pick my bike up.
The left side mirror and turn signal assembly broke pretty much clean off. There's also a few more dings and scratches on the already scratched fairing.
After I was finally able to start my bike (was flooded from being on it's side.. I think?), I found the Shell, and he was sitting in a chair infront of it. Apparently he either owns it, or is a Master Tech. He and his buddy told me to go get a estimate from the motorcycle shop, and bring it back. Before I left, I grabbed his business card, just in case.
So yeah, they might not even get the estimate finished today, nevermind fixing it, so I'll be riding without a front signal or a front left mirror.
Oh well, that was the way I started my day today.. how about yourselves?
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