I think the Busa has a spell on it. Oct. of 08 a cell phone junkie runs my azz over at a stop light. (She didnt see me). Totaled, I buy back and fix, good as new. Then 5 weeks ago another cell phone azzz cuts my son off and he hits her in the back destoying plastic busting fork seals and boogering the rotor and calipher on the right side. I replce everything once more and there she is all pristine an once more beautiful. So... I get her out this afternoon and as I am opening the gate to leave the yard...yep it rolls off the D@#$!^& side stand, breaks off the clutch lever and boogers all my plastic on the left side. I am not real sure where all this bad karma and mojo is coming from but I am about to go see mrs. Rudolf the voodo woman and see if she'll rub a chicken foot or monkey paw on the Busa and me. Also on my ride after this last episode I had a jackazz cut me off then flick me off at which point as I am trying to get his door open he runs the red light then the cop sitting there yells at me to get outta tyhe road, so...I just say I'm going home and about a mile from home...yep I see a black cat crossing the road. I blow the horn and outran said cat to the crossing point. So at leaste I didnt have that hanging over my head. I'm thinking about a paint job with a Frankenbusa theme. Just stitches and bandaids and a duct tape and Neosporin despenser on board... And how was your day?