Mine wasn't anything beautiful or long distance. Back before i got my XB9 (before my friends thought that bikes were cool) i had a little buell blast. a 2000 that i got for $800 down the street from my house, with 2,000 miles on it. I bought it, learned to ride, and rode the piss out of it. I went through a set of tires, replaced them with the same tires, and wore them down again. I had Perelli MT75s on it, and those things were like chewing gum for the blast, but they stuck really well! Went through 2 sets in about 6k miles though. Anyway, after my 2nd set was worn down, i had been looking for a while to replace them. A couple of my friends asked if i wanted to go for a cigar at the closest hookah bar to my house (about 40miles away) and asked if i wanted a ride. Being single at the time after a rough break up joining and then leaving the army in less than a year, i jumped at any chance to take my bike out to new places with the hopes of maybe meeting pretty ladies (it works you know, chicks DIG bikes! even dinky little blasts). I got all my gear on, including the Icon Retro Daytona jacket that i ordered from Germany for nearly 500$, once again trying to show off. The weather was looking kind of cloudy, so i decided to check the weather channel for the local forecast. T-storms were at a 10% chance until 2AM and increased to 90%. We headed out to grab some cigars. We were in there smoking and watching some top gear, and all of a sudden we started hearing loud booms. The people on the TV next to us were watching die hard, so we made nothing of it. The places windows had curtains over them, but we started to see flashing outside. I check my phone to see that it was only about 9:45, but still threw on my gear and said that i needed to rush home. I started off, on completely bald tires and about 30seconds into my 45mile trip home, the rain hit me like a waterfall. Then the wind started. then the thunder and lightning, and then HAIL. I rode my little blast home in 55mph winds, hail, rain, fog, and heavy traffic, 45miles and when i finally got home, i literally kissed the ground.
Although, my biggest worry throughout the entire ride home was not me, but my jacket, which i knew was going to be completely trashed, and this was my first time wearing it too. If it weren't for my best friend, Lexol, the jacket would have been, but i conditioned the hell out of it and let it recover for about a week before i even put it back on. after than, it felt better than new!