So the other day I was on my home from work, and my engine bogged down a couple times, like it does when it's time to switch to reserve, though I had plenty of fuel (dry weather). So I vaguely remember seeing a thread on here about inline fuel filters and decide to pull off and visit the "other" Triumph dealer in town to see if they had any fuel filters. Well it snowed like a mother not too awful long ago here, and there are still places with some accumulated sand, like on the curve leading to this dealer. Kept off the throttle and tried to keep turning without having it skid out from under me, and almost made it but had just a few feet too much curve to get it straight before I nudged the curb - next thing I knew I was sliding along on the sidewalk on my right side. Only went maybe fifteen feet tops, wasn't going very fast. Picked up the bike, and it faired okay. Road rash on the saddlebag, scraped mirror, wore off about a quarter inch of brake lever, scraped and slightly bent the brake pedal.
Patted myself down next (priorities man!); a little visible scraping on the ankle of my pants, and elbow and shoulder of my jacket (character), ripped open my glove - not a mark on the helmet. Oh and one really sore right thumb - jammed with a faint possibility of dislocated I thought. Guy from the dealer saw me go down, and ran over to check on me. We got the bike over to the service dept and they gave it a good courtesy once-over. No fuel filters. Starting to snow outside and I felt okay so back on the bike and headed home. Further I got the worse that thumb hurt... the wife with her half a nursing degree took one look and said oh yeah it's broke.
I'll scan the x-ray and put it up later. Broken and dislocated both. Went up to Fort Lewis and they gave me surgery to fix it, with two pins through it. And a nice fat bottle of Vicodin (like House!).
And now the weathers warming up, and I'm banned from the bike (and any other machinery) for six weeks.
At least the bike's okay, except for my new excuse to get chrome levers...
