Pulled into the parking lot of a Kawasaki dealer back in the 80s to buy a new something or other. Gravel had taken over the parking lot due to the highway construction. In front of the entire staff and at least a dozen customers I ate it in the lot breaking two turn signals and scratching the fairing. Dusted myself off, picked the bike up and left without saying a word to anyone. Came back the next day in my car to by the replacement signals, the red on my face must have given me away since people were laughing but trying not to be too obvious about it.
