This thread made me think back to probably one of the funniest/worst stories of bike purchasing my wife and I have.
I was in the middle of working on my (then) current street bike when my neighbor came by and said he wanted to get out for a quick rip. I told him I couldn't as was it pretty obvious (lol), but my wife happened to come out to the garage and told me to just get out and use her bike. Not thinking anything of it, I threw my leathers on and jumped on her bike.
Unbeknownst to me at the time, she wanted me out of the house as she'd planned a surprise party for me - with the big surprise being a new GSXR-750 as a new track bike (had been using my street Gixxer for the track up until then).
Fast forward 2 hours and we're out having a good time when some rain starts falling. No big deal, we turned off our planned route and started making our way back. I'm literally tip-toeing up a hill when the rear spins up and before I know it, I'm flying through the air, surfing asphalt, and heading into a ditch. Damn thing high-sided me - turns out I took the wrong time to apply a little gas as there was a giant patch of asphalt sealer underneath the rear tire (which is like ice when wet).
A bit winded and bruised, I picked myself and the bike up and thought it wasn't too bad - some scratches on the fairings, so I'd be looking for new plastics. Kept riding and then my buddy pulls up next to me and says there's a bunch of smoke coming from the motor. That's no good
Checked and sure enough, the crappy frame saver I installed on her bike punched into the head and cracked it - bike was a total loss
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So, I have to call my wife and tell her what happened as well as get a truck/trailer to come pick my sorry arse up. In the ultimate sense of irony, my buddy came to get me with his rig because he had
just dropped the following bike off at our house (notice scuffed up seat & dirt on the yellow bike - that's what I just wrecked):
Talk about feeling like a complete idiot, totaled my wife's beautiful Triumph Daytona 675 within 30 minutes of being given a brand new Gixxer 750.
Turned out just fine in the end, we found another 675 in the same color with barely any miles shortly after this...and she's still ripping the same bike on the track ~6 years later.