Nah, its all good mate. You gotta have a couple of chips and scratches so the bike doesn't feel so new.
Look on the bright side - you dropped it and it didn't cause you grief.
I've dropped mine three times now in the same way.
1) Pulling up in front of MotoMart in Lower Hutt. Frosty decides to do a stoppie in front of me in a borrowed VFR750 - I yank the stoppers on, go to put the foot down - find nothing but air. Cost me a mirror. Humorous point - Sparky Bills comes running out of the store with his notebook and pencil tallying up the damage. Nice one Martin...
2) I'm adjusting the foot brake. Youngest son decides he's going to get on the bike - and overbalances it, toppling it (and him) on top of me. Ouch. Only damage is bruises to leg and ego.
3) Backing out of the gargre. Foot slips in the rain and I overbalance. Bike sloooooooooooowly tips over and I gently lay it on the ground. No damage except to ego again.
You're not the only one...
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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