Doesn't seem to be a category for my ****** move, so I'll describe.
Wanted to take the FJR with me to a 50cc event, yet wasn't sure both bikes would fit in the bed of my Titan. So, I park the truck at the end of the driveway and position the loading ramp just as I've done several times. Well, with the exception of one minor small detail - I've never loaded the FJR in the truck by myself. Why on that day I thought I could is beyond me.
So I line up the FJR with the ramp, roll it down the downward sloping driveway at a good pace, hit the loading ramp and only manage to get about 2 feet up the ramp before bike weight and gravity dictate that it's not going further. Well crap I think, now what to do? So I ease it back off the ramp and park it.
At this point most of us would've figured out that another human was necessary to make this loading thing happen. But ooooohhhh nooooo.....not me. I came to the conclusion that the bike just needed a bigger head of steam.
Me and bike get running start down driveway, hit the loading ramp, bike gets all the way up the ramp and decides to stop once front tire is on tailgate. It's about this time that my brain finally comes to it senses and the thought strikes me, "Holey **** Tom, you're in a bad situation. You're standing on the ground, arms out-stretched holding onto the handlbars with the front brake locked, you've got no leverage nor enough strength to push the bike further. Oh....and letting it roll back down the ramp using the front brake to slow it's decent might pull the ramp lip off the tailgate. Yep Tom....you're F*CKED". After a moment of trying to noodle through how to salavge this, I decide to try and let it back down the ramp.
As the bike starts backwards, it leans a bit too much towards me and I immediately know what's going to happen. I try to grab what I can to slow the fall all the while yelling, "NO, NO, NO....YOU BITCH....NO!" At some point I realize that a 650+ pound bike on top of me is not a good thing so I back away. Unfortunately my right leg doesn't get out of the way in time and the seat of the bike lands against it just above the knee. The next thing I realize is that the weight of the bike is pushing my knee in a direction God DID NOT design the knee to be moved. Later Doctor visit confirms my suspicion - complete ACL tear.
So there's my FJR - front and rear tires still on the ramp and the bike on its side on the concrete. I was sick - and my knee was killing me. It was at this point that I remembered what my tennis partner said to me one night after blowing a macth point with one of the dumbest shot attempts I'd ever seen. He just looked at me and said, "Tom.....is it not just amazing how quickly stupidity can take over your entire body?"
Oh - the damage?? Slight abrasion to chin fairing, scuffed mirror, minor scratches on muffler, and a very small crack on edge of front fender. Me?? ACL repair and 8 months of rehab.
Tom