- Exit mall after getting replacement phone and being bothered by some stupid people for 40 minutes.
- Realize motorcycle is on its side.
- Upon further inspection, notice nuts and bolts all over the place.
- Pull bike up (mind you, this thing weighs four times as much as I do). Slip on spilled oil, drop bike and fall on top of it. Giving myself a few cuts and bruises in the process.
- Idiot turns into the spot I'm in and almost runs me down.
<<<I'm sure they didn't see me, but damn was I mad about that at the time.
Whoever hit my bike could have at least left a post it note or something. Nope, that would be too honest. If I weren't so lazy I'd drive around this entire fucking city looking for something that resembles having hit a motorcycle, and if the coloring is remotely close to my paint, I'm kicking their babies/babymakers.
I guess I'm mad about this because in all of the years I've been a rider, I've never gotten in an accident or done any damage to my bike. Then the one time it gets damaged (BADLY), I wasn't even involved in it.
I hate people.
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