Oh dear God! I spent a few hours on Friday reorganizing my cars so I can get my motorcycle out of the shop for the weekend. Had to install a new battery in the ‘95 Legacy Wagon. Parked the bimmer in storage, drove the Subaru to the shop cause I don’t care if it gets dusty sitting around the half-dirt lot all weekend.
Picked the bike around 9 pm and locked the gate. Took my time going to the gas station. I parked the bike at the pump to grab smokes for me and a pack for a generous friend. While I was in line I decided to wash the crud off of my hands from swapping car batteries and gave up my spot in line. When I got back in line I smelled alcohol, like someone was absolutely toasted. It was the guy that was just behind me in line and now he’s in front of me. Dude was lit and he was buying an eighteen case of Modelo original.
Guy checks out, I get the smokes and I walk out the front door to see this guy pulling forward in his Toyota Celica like he doesn’t see my bike. I shouted at the guy and bang. Bumps into the tag mount, bike rolls, side stand goes up and the bike goes down. Now the guy realizes what I’m hollering about. Dang this guy was drunk and I am kinda freakin’ out! I pulled the bike up off the curb. He’s like tryin to hug me and say it looks fine… he says, “it’s okay man”. “Nooo!!! It’s not okay!”, I say, “the foot peg is F********* and the fender is F********!”. I’m thinking that the fact is this is a parking lot and the way it is in Florida, everything is no fault without a ticket written and parking lots are completely open season leaving you reliant on your own insurance when someone targets your motor vehicle. I’m also thinking, if the I want to involve the police, this guy is going to jail.
Meanwhile I’m Trippin
:'(
He’s still like “it’s okay man” and I’m saying that there’s nothing I can do because we’re in private property and “if you don’t want to offer me some money for repairs” there’s nothing we can do. He’s saying he just got off work, I haven’t had anything to drink.
I say, “Dude, I know another Mexican dude and I know y’all like to drink on the job, work doesn’t really say anything..”
The guy actually end up pulling out a 50, tells me man “I’m sorry, it’ll be okay.” I’m still like, “dude, I can’t find a pearl white fender anywhere, I’m restoring this thing!”; “you ruined my weekend!”
At this point, not that I had really been aggressive about it, more like a dude WTF, hands in the air like AHHHH MANNNN???!!! I actually started to kinda smile and laugh about the situation. Knowing that 50 bucks barely covers the bar on the foot peg that broke off and the fender is going to run me over 100 if I can even find a used one to match. (There’s none on eBay).
I’m kinda smiling at the guy
like
dude if you don’t have any more
money to offer what can I really do?! He wasn’t coming out of pocket for anything more than 50 bucks and I want going to ruin the guys life. “Never once put a possession over a person.” -Mike Love (Hawaii)
So I’m settling down and facing the grief. Start to really compromise on the position. He got in his car and I asked him, “Do you believe in God?”, he said “yes”. So I told him everything happens for a reason, but if he would have damaged the tank, I would have had to kick his car if all he had was 50 bucks
. We laughed and he went on his way home, nearly hitting the bike again on his way out, I was like dude “don’t do it again!?!!!”
It was actually somewhat entertaining and sometimes you need things like that to remind you that your alive and well. And who knows, it’s Florida after all and I had planned on riding the bike on a 70 mile round trip to cars me coffee and then to the old shop the next morning. Who knows, I’ll say it again… I’m in Florida after all and this man of faith with “Mexican” tattooed on his forearm might have saved my life. Nothing to :'( about.
Just thought I would share, I’m sure I’m not the first guy ion history who has had this happens. Left foot peg bar in on order, $37 and change on the shop account. Front fender isn’t rubbing, looks like hell but the curb has like 10 layers of paint on it and a good paint less dent repair guy might be able to take the 2.5inch dimple out of it. That or it will just have to come off and I’ll be eating dirt that comes up from the front tire cause it really looks like a turd now and that a little embarrassing as a mechanic.
BUT still, evryting gwan be Irie!
Jah Live!
Respect and Love!
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