An amazing day, low 70's....sporting my new Icon Recon jeans, (a little ichy & stink bad, even after washing. What's that all about?) me and the misses head to Eureka Springs for lunch. After a great spirited ride, we pull in to Eureka. As usual, there are a ton of bikes, mostly harleys...I spy a spot and slip the busa in. There is a nice couple preparing to leave next to us, older harley. We talk a little and they pull out...and bite it right in front of us. Bike goes down, swings around on the crash bar and smacks a parked car. I think his camera, strapped to his bar got caught so he couldn't turn. Shaken but ok, we get the couple back up, he and I right the 800 pound pig and get it out of the street. He finally gets it started and off they go. We walk up to our favorite outdoor cafe, barely get seated and crash, bammmmm.....yet another harley goes down just ten feet from our table. This one traps her foot under it and she is sceaming to get it off. Her old man, that has just powered by at about 180 decibles, comes back and starts yelling at her for scratching the bike. Big scene as she tells him to back the F**k off. They still had not got it started by the time we finished lunch. About this time I'm thinking time to go, we walk back down the hill just in time to see this guy on a scooter run into the back of a car, launching the DOG he had on his lap into the back window of the car. Dog runs yelping down the street, scooter has a flat tire. The misses and I gingerly mount up, and get the hell out of dodge.....bad day at black rock....