Breakage. 7/10/2006
After missing work for the past four days, I must say I wasn’t looking forward to going back. Except that I had to, since bills had to be paid. I walked downstairs, tugging my gear on as I got out of the lift, only to see the little ZZR lying on her right side.
I cursed, I swore, I raged. I picked her up. The brake lever was damaged, as was the right turn signal. The fairing, exhaust and bag on the right side were all scuffed. Fucking brilliant start to a Monday morning, let me tell you that.
From the looks of it, one of the following might have happened. Someone kicked her over. She rolled forward down the slope. A car side swiped her when making the turn.
At this point, I don’t care. I’m taking her to either Tee or Hoi to get her fixed. Maybe a respray and get the right side fairing patched back together. I’m too sick to give a flying fuck.