Well the clouds parted and the sun came out, and even though it was freezing I bravely braved the cold and took the Yamaha FJ1200 out for it's first legal ride.
I stopped at a gas station and pumped the tires up, they were both down around 10 psi, and after falling off the thing on my first ride when the tires were pretty flat, I've been careful to make sure that they're well inflated before I ride it far.
I was scooting up a road at around 60 MPH and I couldn't decide whether I was hearing something trying to tear itself off the bike, or if it was just wind noise, when something large and black whizzed past my left ear. Hmmnnn, did I hit an errant crow?
I rode on to another gas station, and discovered that the front section of my front fender was AWOL!
I put some gas in it and then rode back to where it came off, hoping to find it in pristine condition, but sadly although I found it on the other side of the road, a couple of cars had obviously run over it, and it was broken where it had torn itself off the forks, so I left it there as a memorial to 1980's Japanese superbikes.
In the process of riding the 10 miles or so back to find it, I managed to have a stop light drag with a guy on a Harley, and I think I broke his heart when I crapped on him, he wouldn't look my way when we stopped at the next set of lights, and he made no attempt to take off fast like he had at the last set. Then when I was merging onto the freeway, a jerk in a Merc tried to overtake me (on the on ramp, what was he thinking?) and I kicked his arse, by the time I hit the freeway I was doing over 140 MPH and he was a mile behind me, wondering how the hell a 27 year old motorcycle with no front fender could blow away his $100K piece of Eurotrash?
So even though I'm now in need of a new front fender half, all in all it wasn't a bad day really. Cheers, Terry.