First Drop - Why don't I feel bad?

[rockhead]

My experience is similar. My son is in Colorado with my R1150R and a couple weeks ago he called to tell me dumped it on a dirt road mountain pass. I was just glad that he's OK and that he fessed up. I haven't seen the bike yet but he said the damage isn't too bad. Hell, he's goes to Parris Island in November. How can I be mad over a damn motorcycle?

Also, my wife dropped her brother's Vstrom a few weeks ago. He just shrugged and hasn't given it another thought. I'm glad I'm hanging with folks who keep things in perspective.

 

[Malve]

I just threw up a little in my mouth from your story. It makes me sick to hear your BS. Obviously you can't afford to fix the bike and because your son is a reflection of you, you are embarrassed and just running with the "proud" story to save face. Gerauld (who nobody likes and doesn't do good work) is obviously the only other one who sees your lies and has offered to do the work for free to call you on your lies. And for the record, my only other option to this stance is to get all choked up like every one else, and I'm not goin there today.

What the fuk Malve??? You PWI? or did you forget a few :blink: :huh: ? I didn't see where his post would elicit that type of response.... Tell me yer jokin' :jester:

bustanut & all the tone of my reply should be clear but just in case it wasn't... I was definitely kidding.

 

[RonBB]

I'll repaint the mirror for free

garauld you're a good guy!

 

[Rondo777]

You already know why you dont feel bad. Wish your son luck and send him my thanks for his service. :clapping:

 

[Big Sky]

My philosophy: If you can't stand the thought of your FJR being dropped, never get on it, or never let anyone else get on it. If you get on it, or let someone else get on it, face the idea or the fact - and be prepared to accept - that the bike may get dropped. Simple as that.

My buddy, on a new FZ1, and me on my new FJR, swapped bikes about 1,000 miles into our first good trip. He dropped my bike within his first three feet of riding it. He was terrifically bummed. I explained: Look, I agreed to swap bikes. If I couldn't face the possibility that you could drop it, I should never have agreed. I did agree, so in that respect it is my fault more than yours, and I accept the outcome. Now let's go ride and have some fun.

By the way, I applaud the mature father's response. The best way to teach is by example.

 

[fjrb0]

It's just a machine, your son is your flesh and blood. You did the right thing...

On my ride home from picking up the FJR at D&H in Alabama, one of my best friends rode out to meet me about 200 miles from the house and ride in with me. We swapped bikes a couple of times, but as we came thru the little town of Mt. Ida, the state hog rally had drawn about 100 Harleys to the town. My buddy revved the FJR to about 7 grand, dropped the clutch, thinking he was going to smoke the back tire and show them what a real bike would do. Short story, it launched straight up like a rocket. I swear the back tire came a foot off the ground, when it came back down, he hit the temporary throttle rocker and launched it again. Somehow, he kep the bike upright, although it was ugly, and rode it out. We went around the corner, I looked in his helmet and all I saw was eyeballs! He wanted OFF the FJR, mainly because he thought I was mad. I wasn't, I was laughing my arse off at the monkey rodeo show he put on for the HOG boys and girls.

 

[Hutchuf]

It's just a machine, your son is your flesh and blood. You did the right thing...
On my ride home from picking up the FJR at D&H in Alabama, one of my best friends rode out to meet me about 200 miles from the house and ride in with me. We swapped bikes a couple of times, but as we came thru the little town of Mt. Ida, the state hog rally had drawn about 100 Harleys to the town. My buddy revved the FJR to about 7 grand, dropped the clutch, thinking he was going to smoke the back tire and show them what a real bike would do. Short story, it launched straight up like a rocket. I swear the back tire came a foot off the ground, when it came back down, he hit the temporary throttle rocker and launched it again. Somehow, he kep the bike upright, although it was ugly, and rode it out. We went around the corner, I looked in his helmet and all I saw was eyeballs! He wanted OFF the FJR, mainly because he thought I was mad. I wasn't, I was laughing my arse off at the monkey rodeo show he put on for the HOG boys and girls.

I just shot hot coffee out of my nose with the vision of your friend trying to show off and wanting OFF your new bike...classic!

 

[swingman3]

It happened the first time yesterday. There's always a first. Help me to understand why I don't feel too bad about it.
My 07 dropped in the parking lot. I wasn't in the saddle. My 22 year old Son was. He was home on leave from the Navy. Next month he goes to Afghanistan.

The scratches on the mirror and the scuffs on the V-Strom hand guard will bug me for sure, but I'm not mad. (Luckily the side cases were off). Yep I knew going in that it might fall over. The FJR is the biggest bike he's ridden and with twitchy throttle as well.

Somehow it was more important to me that he knew I trusted him with my baby and would always love and support him no matter what happened.

I'm going to leave the damage un-repaired. Every time I see it, I'll be reminded of him and the precious little time we've had together. I'm proud of that kid.

btw- If my Wife would have dropped it I'd have to divorce her.

Well said. I hope your son makes it home safely to drop your bike again. Then you can take gerauld up on his incredibly generous and classy offer.

Swingman Sends

 

[canyonman]

It's just a machine, your son is your flesh and blood. You did the right thing...
On my ride home from picking up the FJR at D&H in Alabama, one of my best friends rode out to meet me about 200 miles from the house and ride in with me. We swapped bikes a couple of times, but as we came thru the little town of Mt. Ida, the state hog rally had drawn about 100 Harleys to the town. My buddy revved the FJR to about 7 grand, dropped the clutch, thinking he was going to smoke the back tire and show them what a real bike would do. Short story, it launched straight up like a rocket. I swear the back tire came a foot off the ground, when it came back down, he hit the temporary throttle rocker and launched it again. Somehow, he kep the bike upright, although it was ugly, and rode it out. We went around the corner, I looked in his helmet and all I saw was eyeballs! He wanted OFF the FJR, mainly because he thought I was mad. I wasn't, I was laughing my arse off at the monkey rodeo show he put on for the HOG boys and girls.

I can't stop laughing

 

[Mizz Bustanut]

My philosophy: If you can't stand the thought of your FJR being dropped, never get on it, or never let anyone else get on it. If you get on it, or let someone else get on it, face the idea or the fact - and be prepared to accept - that the bike may get dropped. Simple as that.
My buddy, on a new FZ1, and me on my new FJR, swapped bikes about 1,000 miles into our first good trip. He dropped my bike within his first three feet of riding it. He was terrifically bummed. I explained: Look, I agreed to swap bikes. If I couldn't face the possibility that you could drop it, I should never have agreed. I did agree, so in that respect it is my fault more than yours, and I accept the outcome. Now let's go ride and have some fun.

By the way, I applaud the mature father's response. The best way to teach is by example.

Very well said. Totally agree. :clapping: :clapping:

On my ride home from picking up the FJR at D&H in Alabama, one of my best friends rode out to meet me about 200 miles from the house and ride in with me. We swapped bikes a couple of times, but as we came thru the little town of Mt. Ida, the state hog rally had drawn about 100 Harleys to the town. My buddy revved the FJR to about 7 grand, dropped the clutch, thinking he was going to smoke the back tire and show them what a real bike would do. Short story, it launched straight up like a rocket. I swear the back tire came a foot off the ground, when it came back down, he hit the temporary throttle rocker and launched it again. Somehow, he kep the bike upright, although it was ugly, and rode it out. We went around the corner, I looked in his helmet and all I saw was eyeballs! He wanted OFF the FJR, mainly because he thought I was mad. I wasn't, I was laughing my arse off at the monkey rodeo show he put on for the HOG boys and girls.

Thanks for the mental picture. I'll be laughin about that all day. :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:

 

[canyonman]

As a favor to you and your son for his service, I'll repaint the mirror for free when you decide the time is right... :thumbsup:

you da man :thumbsup: