***UPDATE***
Ok, wifey picked up her new bike 12/26, and she can't believe she just got a new bike, but at the same time, is all giddy about having her own bike. We take it to a parking lot so see can get used to the throttle, clutch, and brakes ( I drove it off the lot, because she was too scared she would screw something up). After 10 minutes of getting used to it, she took it out on the road. We rode maybe 40 miles or so. She got to get on the throttle a time or two, and was friggin' excited as could possibly be. She LOVES the pick-up on this!
I had a trip planned to somewhere in the state with my daughter. We hadn't really picked a place, but knew it would be an overnighter. So wifey asked if she could go. "Sure!" I said, "as long as we take back roads, so that we can do your break-in". Also, our grandson was home on leave from the Navy, so we asked him to join us. The girls wanted to go to Tallahassee, though I don't know why, as it's a boring town. To make them happy, Tallahassee it is.
We leave Sunday morning around 9:30a, and the. Fog was thick. About a 1/4 mile in town, and much less than that in the rural areas. The fog didn't burn off until 11:30a, and it had the girls a bit worried, but they did great and it was good experience for them. We took our time with stops and such, and took a break at the Ichnetucknee Springs state park. We got up to Tallahassee a little after dusk, but safe and sound.
The next morning we wake to rain. A front was moving through, but was going east and not south. I knew we could lose it once we headed south. So, I loaded the girl's bikes in the rain, got mine loaded and headed out. We had rain for about an hour and a half, then it was just a cross-wind we had to deal with. All was going good, about 90 minutes from home, when we pull up to a red light, and us pulling into the turn lane to stop. I look in my mirror and see wifey going down on the left side. I put mine on the sidestand, ran back to her and she was now standing. I picked the bike up, but it wouldn't start. I pushed it across the street to a parking lot and told her "it's alright Baby, just wait here.". My daughter and grandson were able to make the turn into the lot, but I was too far up, so I went through the light and turned around. I knew she would be upset over this, because you really learn someone after 20+ years. She was, shedding some tears, but trying to hold it together for the kids. We asked if she was ok, and she said "yeah, I'm ok. My side hurts a little, but I'm ok.". We discuss if she's able to ride it home, not because of damage, because the only thing messed up was the clutch lever ( curled up) and a plastic vent that wouldn't pop back in all the way in the fairing, but was she mentally ok. She said she was, and "I have to learn this Baby". So back on we go with about 70 or 80 miles until we're home. It was uneventful the rest of the way, except riding in complete darkness down rural roads. It was a great ride, and we all loved it!
The next day wifey is sore. I check for bruising, but there isn't any, so she thinks she'll be ok. Wednesday comes around, and she can barely move. So, off to the doctor we go.
Yep, broken rib.
So now she is on pain killers, and today she is getting some mobility back. I saw her looking on her iPad for info regarding how long this will take to heal (she doesn't believe the doctor's estimate of 4-6 weeks), because she wants to go riding! WTF, are you serious? "Honey" I said, "your rib is broke, and there isn't anything you can do but rest it. No riding for awhile.". Now she is really bummed about this. She wants to ride, and ride now.
I've seen this woman take some really good lumps over the years, finger caught in car door, and daughter (at 5 yrs old) hitting her in the mouth with a putter doing a Tiger Woods tee swing and such things. She never ceases to amaze me with her resiliency and resolve.
Through it all, she said "I would do it all over again.....except, maybe the drop thing. Don't want that again."
At least this will give her some time to plan our EOM trip coming in September.