Another one:  I bought some icon motorcycle jeans and I really liked them.  But then I started to think, "Hey!  I can make these suckers out of a couple pairs of my old jeans!"  So I get going with scissors and needle and thread and cut up an old crappy pair and put double knees and a.s.s. on a pair of jeans that wasn't in such bad shape!  Thought they looked really good and my stitching was really neat (for a guy - a masculine one at that!).  Had them on when my son and I were heading out the door together and he says, (Looking incredulous here), "Dad!  What the hell are you wearing?"  "Why, son - these are my latest invention - instead of giving icon all my hard earned dough, I have sewn-----"  "Dad! (now looking grumpy) You look like you belong in the sally ann! You can't wear those jeans if we're going out together!"

Upshot of it was, I had to change if I wanted to spend time with the ol' chip off the ol' block.  The jeans have been relegated to the back of the closet, on the floor.  At least the cats like them.

Well ... the story I wrote about dumping my Savage and puttin' out my back at the same time over in the "Feel Good Savage Story" topic actually belongs over here ... how embarassing

Parked at a cafe and went in. After our meal the wife and I returned to the bike just as a church van was unloading a bunch of kids in the spot next to us. The wild eyed little tots were sayin stuf like "cool, Nice bike,Is it a harley"(argghh on that last one). anyway, I stick the key in and turn the switch on, swing my leg over and sit down. Jerk the bike off the side stand with way to much force and lay it right down on it's right side.  I had forgotten that I had locked the fork. The cool drained away rather quickly as I urged the wife through a clinched teeth smile to just grab it anywhere and help me pick it up.  I don't use that Fork lock anymore.

Maybe not embarrassing but real stupid!  Tried to get my savage on my trailer for the first time but i didn't know enough to hook the trailer up to the suv.  Had my daughter stand on the tongue while i drive it up.  the undercarriage on the bike scrapes going up onto the actual trailer off the ramp and my daughter gets scared and jumps off.  the front of the trailer goes straight up and i go straight right with the bike...daughter runs in the house cuz she's terrified of my reaction and i pick myself and bike up...one scratch/ small dent in the front fender but oh so stupid!!