Joesmoe
IMOKUR2
Dude, you need to call your friends when that happens.
I remember on a ride with my lovely bride, we were returning from a 1,000 mile trip, and I was still getting used to the gauge on the Touring. I pulled off at an exit on I-81 in the boonies of Virginia, and there was a shell of a station the likely last pumped gas when it was 29¢/gal, and next to it was an abandoned restaurant. I went into that parking lot to turn around, and coming back to the main road, it had been paved several times, and there was no transition from the lower parking lot pavement, and I stopped with one tire up, and before I knew it, the bike went down on the left side. The Touring doesn't go far, but far enough my wife and I could not pick it up (at least against the little rise it was on). My wife had no warning the bike was going down, so she hit the pavement pretty hard, and immediately hopped up, glaring at me, "Why did you do that ?!!" She was in no mood to sit around -- one of her enduring qualities -- so she huffed over to a little no-tell motel -- the only thing around within eyesight. She returned with a wiry little south Asian man -- my wife is petite and this man I think was even smaller. Bottom line, the three of us pulled the bike right up, and I handed the guy a $20 for his trouble.
Call your friends -- cheaper than physical therapy (even if you have to buy pizza) and probably more fun.
Just a thought.
Hope you get better soon.
I remember on a ride with my lovely bride, we were returning from a 1,000 mile trip, and I was still getting used to the gauge on the Touring. I pulled off at an exit on I-81 in the boonies of Virginia, and there was a shell of a station the likely last pumped gas when it was 29¢/gal, and next to it was an abandoned restaurant. I went into that parking lot to turn around, and coming back to the main road, it had been paved several times, and there was no transition from the lower parking lot pavement, and I stopped with one tire up, and before I knew it, the bike went down on the left side. The Touring doesn't go far, but far enough my wife and I could not pick it up (at least against the little rise it was on). My wife had no warning the bike was going down, so she hit the pavement pretty hard, and immediately hopped up, glaring at me, "Why did you do that ?!!" She was in no mood to sit around -- one of her enduring qualities -- so she huffed over to a little no-tell motel -- the only thing around within eyesight. She returned with a wiry little south Asian man -- my wife is petite and this man I think was even smaller. Bottom line, the three of us pulled the bike right up, and I handed the guy a $20 for his trouble.
Call your friends -- cheaper than physical therapy (even if you have to buy pizza) and probably more fun.
Just a thought.
Hope you get better soon.