I Love a Clean Bike!

The Beemer is back together again, spotlessly clean, lubed, and ready to rock-n-roll. (Well, almost ready; it's still missing that righthand mirror. Grrrrr...) "What's with the bandaid?" you ask. Don't you remember the hail punching a hole in my seat on the way to Mexico this past spring?

There's a story behind the bandaid, though. I walked out of the office one day a week or so ago and noticed that the right side of Garrett's brand new GSX-R750 was road-rashed. Oh my! He'd binned his new bike and never bothered to tell any of us. Probably too embarrassed. Should I say something about it to him? Offer my condolences? How about if I just stick a bunch of bandaids on the scratched up bodywork. Ha! When Garrett came out later and found the bandaids, what did he do? Did he dream up some truly clever way to take his revenge on me? Nah ... he just moved all the bandaids to my Beemer. How original, eh? Like there's any challenge to finding places to stick bandaids on my 3 year old dualsport bike, which has seen the ground more times than I can even remember. Whatever! Lame. Lame. Lame, Garrett!

Anyway, I kinda liked the bandaid covering the tear in my seat cover, so I left it. It even survived the Kansas mudbath and subsequent cleanup!

There's a bit more to the story, though. How did Garrett drop his bike? You're probably wondering that. Seems he went around the toll gate on one of Oklahoma's turnpikes. He figured they wouldn't be able to track him down via the temporary dealer tag that was on his bike at the time. But when he went around the gate and got back on the gas to make his great escape, there was some gravel in the turn and he went down. I can just imagine the turnpike authorities reviewing the tape later and falling out of their chairs laughing.

Toll avoided: 75 cents
Trashed GSX-R bodywork: $1,000
Videotape of bonehead move: Priceless