March 1992,Daytona Bike Week. I ride up from Ft Lauderdale with my 13 year-old son. I'm wearing one the earliest vented jackets (Cool-Tech). It's 50 degrees and the vents work so well I'm freezing my..., well it's cold. I stop just south of Daytona for gas, coffee, and hot cocoa. They say your brain slows down when you get cold...I forgot to put the kickstand down when I stopped. Dropped ol' Beetlejuice(KZ1100) right over on my knee. Broke the clutch lever and had to ride the rest of the day with a stub of a lever and heavy-duty clutch springs. When you're dumb, you gotta be tough.
