I sent her rolling into the grass, she looked back at me with that "what in the hell" look on her face. Couldn't respond, too busy trying to get the sacrafical leg out from under the busa. That's right, in the driveway! No real damage except a scratched r/s fairing, couple of deep scratches on the tank where my boot came over. I also busted the shifter and bent the rod with my left foot somehow. Major damage to the ego, how stupid was that? As we threw our weight to make the sharp right hander out of the driveway, the busa quit. All that momentum and no power, dropped like a rock. (I didn't know the mirror folded in, I thought it was broke) However, after a little southern engineering on the broken shifter, we mounted the steed and made her take us on a 3 hour (slow) ride. Thinking of changing nickname from "moondog" to "wingnut"....
