First the back story...
My beloved ST lives in the basement (walk out) about 1/2 the time and the rest, I park it sideways behind my SUV in the upstairs garage (for batman like getaways). Well, I had moved it half under the garage door to get my push mower out for trimming the fences around my little farm. Then I had a beer and feel asleep on the couch. I was awakened by the sickening sound of my garage door shutting (chain drive door closer, old one, no security eyes). My wife came inside in tears and said she did not see my bike.
Now, there are few things in life I cherish more than my primary two wheeler. She knows this all too well. But, good wives are hard to find (at least my current one was). I asked her to leave me alone for a while. I walked around my house cussing to whomever would listen. It was 10pm.
Feeling better, I checked the carnage. Luckily, the door missed a lot of expensive stuff (Zumo was mere inches away), but cleaved off the right turn signal stalk and made a mess of the r side Super tenere sticker. I had a ride planned "o" dark thirty the next morning and my turn signal was hanging by a wire.
Upon inspection, the lense assembly was fine. In fact, everything was fine, it just ripped the rubber stalk internally when the rigid plastic piece pulled out of it. Mashed the connector a little also. So, as midnight approached I had the front face removed and figured out the Japanese puzzle of how the stalk comes off the bike. With a little farmer, redneck engineering she (my bike is a she) was back together and blinking. I solved the sticker issue by removing it. Fearing the bike would now pull to the left, I removed the left side sticker also. I have 1 itty bitty chip in the paint where the right sticker used to be. I am leaving this "beauty" mark to remind me to NOT leave the bike in harms way under the door. It actually looks better without the tenere stickers IMO, I thought they looked cheap.
Came upstairs, kissed my wife, and told her it was a dirt bike anyway and I knew it would not remain perfect.......and I am still happily married.
Good wives are harder to find than good bikes.......right?.....RIGHT ::008::