Well, If you read most of the new topics, wednesday or thursday I dropped my bike backing it out of the garage. I had to replace my footpeg before my weekend trip (today).
Today, I rode to Annapolis (about an 1.5 hours) away from home. to get the footpeg, where my brother rode out to meet me.
On our way back to his house, about a 8th of a mile from the 895 tunnel toll, a truck hits something in the rode, my brother swerves out of the way, and I see something that looks like a bat coming right at me.
No time to do anything. This thing hits the front of my bike, nearly knocking the bars out of my hand and smacking my mirror. My brother and I pull over to assess the damage. This thing, shattered the my headlight (the one I just replaced to get it through inspection). The mirror and just got loosened.
My brother went back to pick up what ever hit me so I could take pictures of it.
IT WAS A FUCKING 6 FOOT STEEL PRY BAR!!!
Besides being pissed about the damage, I realized how lucky I am to be alive and for not getting knocked off my bike. (Riding for roughly 2 months)
I will post pictures when I get back home.
This bike is going to bleed me dry.
Oh, and when I was at the harley store, a man in line said "you know what HD stands for?" Hundred dollars...fitting