Dropped a surfboard on it.
I was rearranging my fishing rods which are strung on hooks in the roof of my garage and managed to dislodge my trusty 7'6'' gun which crashed down on the bike. The Fazer was undamaged but the board has a few dings in it.
Just before I shoved the board back up I had a couple of rose tinted minutes recalling those carefree days spent at Newquay, Perranporth and Rossilli, long, long ago. My board was shaped in Oz 'for Bali juice' so it says in pencil on the foam underneath the glass, which sports an excellent Lost Boys paint jobbie. That's where I bought it -at Uluwatu, Bali in 1992 during a six month sojourn of Indo breaks. Ah, heady days of gettin stoked on Kuta reef, massages on the beach, those golden sunsets, Bintang beer and perhaps an opium bong in the late evening to send me off in my hammock.
On monday, I'l be joining all the other sad cunts streaming into London for the 9-5. What happened.........