I didn't even raise my voice when.....(short story made long)......I get home from work on sunday morning at 1130 to get the bike ready for a ride with the guys and I pull in the driveway and immediately sense that something is wrong. The wifey had gone earlier in the day to pick up a ton of grain bags and was gonna leave it in the truck for me to unload. The grain was all unloaded and neatly stacked on the pallet. Uhoh!!!!! Right off the bat I looked toward the Dyna which was not in the usual spot and noticed "Harley fluids" all over the shop floor. I inspected the damage and headed for the house, half expecting to find her dead on the floor from self inflicted gunshot wounds! She apparently tried to move the bike out of the way to start unloading the grain and tried to move the new bike with the forks locked. Over it went on top of her and dangerously close to the Sporty. She climbed out and went to get my neighbor to help her lift it back up. What a mess. Scratches and gas on the new paint job,bent foot peg and shifter, scratched primary, new twist to the handlebars etc. She got a nice goose egg on her left cheek. Sooooo....instead of screaming at her I wiped the **** off the bike, went in the house and told her to get her riding stuff cause we were HEADING OUT! What a great ride, out for four hours. Does this mean I'm getting old cause I couldn't find it in my heart to scream and yell at her? Help me out here guys, I think I'm becoming a wus or something
Sheepboy
P.S. how she did it without denting the tank I'll never know!!!!!!!!!!
Sheepboy
P.S. how she did it without denting the tank I'll never know!!!!!!!!!!