Well...
Shit happens, but I was hoping this shit wouldn't happen, and certainly not so close to the final rounds in the French equivalent of a tenure track procedure (next week).
Left Anne's place at about 21:30 tonight, and went to get fuel before attacking the road back to Paris. Saw the pump in the village had Premium-98 for a very good price, so decided to treat the Norge to that, content I'd not have to ride to the next town which isn't on my route.
Riding back through the village, I was checking my speed (40km/h) and/or had my right hand off the throttle to get my sleeve a bit better in the glove, and there it was.
A dog, clearly heading for my front wheel, neither of us having seen the other (so much for the 1200-2V engines having a sound keeping animals away!). It wasn't a big dog, but it was big enough when run over to lift the front wheel just too much off the ground, or maybe cause it to slip. Not having both hands at the bars (I think) probably didn't help me either keeping the rubber side down.
I came down almost perfectly flat, my left knee (well padded and now not even blue though sore) touching tarmac just a bit before the rest of me. Smooth tarmac, so the Norge slid on quite a bit even after I'd stopped, not a nice sight.
With some help from 2 kind persons, I got the bike up and onto the sidewalk to inspect the damage.
Not pretty, but apparently nothing major. The handlebars had been turned left, so the end-stop must have taken the brunt (it's a bit more aerodynamic now...) so I'll have to have the left bar checked. The clutch lever is still in one piece, as are the left mirror (just missing some chrome from the plastic - miracle I guess!) the pegs and the gear lever. The pannier clear took the remaining brunt: it really is black under that silver paint, and it really is tough plastic (would be perfect if they didn't warp).
The fairing faired differently though. Completely cracked along the sharp "fold" in the cheek running up from the optic array, the turn signal now fully separated from the part it sits in (and which I was preparing to get changed under warranty: part is waiting for me), and much of the inner fairing probably ripe for replacement too. The fairing skeleton may have been bent a bit, hard to say in the dark, but the cockpit isn't exactly symmetric at the moment. Everything's holding together with broad brown packaging tape right now (solid enough for transatlantic shipments, and for riding to Paris at 110km/h on the motorway )
Maybe the biggest miracles: my laptop which sat in it's special Bagster tankbag hasn't budged (kudos to Apple?) and the 6 months old dSLR in the left pannier apparently still functions too.
Now to see how this will work out with the pending warranty replacement thing, and whether or not I'll have this taken up by the insurance (depends on how much 'malus' that'll cost me ... and on how much repair is going to cost...)
Damn, of course it had to be a dog (unexpected, rare even in that village) inside an agglomeration and not one of the deer, foxes, swine or rabbits that I'm used to encounter :-/
the paracetamol is beginning to work, off to bed I go!
Shit happens, but I was hoping this shit wouldn't happen, and certainly not so close to the final rounds in the French equivalent of a tenure track procedure (next week).
Left Anne's place at about 21:30 tonight, and went to get fuel before attacking the road back to Paris. Saw the pump in the village had Premium-98 for a very good price, so decided to treat the Norge to that, content I'd not have to ride to the next town which isn't on my route.
Riding back through the village, I was checking my speed (40km/h) and/or had my right hand off the throttle to get my sleeve a bit better in the glove, and there it was.
A dog, clearly heading for my front wheel, neither of us having seen the other (so much for the 1200-2V engines having a sound keeping animals away!). It wasn't a big dog, but it was big enough when run over to lift the front wheel just too much off the ground, or maybe cause it to slip. Not having both hands at the bars (I think) probably didn't help me either keeping the rubber side down.
I came down almost perfectly flat, my left knee (well padded and now not even blue though sore) touching tarmac just a bit before the rest of me. Smooth tarmac, so the Norge slid on quite a bit even after I'd stopped, not a nice sight.
With some help from 2 kind persons, I got the bike up and onto the sidewalk to inspect the damage.
Not pretty, but apparently nothing major. The handlebars had been turned left, so the end-stop must have taken the brunt (it's a bit more aerodynamic now...) so I'll have to have the left bar checked. The clutch lever is still in one piece, as are the left mirror (just missing some chrome from the plastic - miracle I guess!) the pegs and the gear lever. The pannier clear took the remaining brunt: it really is black under that silver paint, and it really is tough plastic (would be perfect if they didn't warp).
The fairing faired differently though. Completely cracked along the sharp "fold" in the cheek running up from the optic array, the turn signal now fully separated from the part it sits in (and which I was preparing to get changed under warranty: part is waiting for me), and much of the inner fairing probably ripe for replacement too. The fairing skeleton may have been bent a bit, hard to say in the dark, but the cockpit isn't exactly symmetric at the moment. Everything's holding together with broad brown packaging tape right now (solid enough for transatlantic shipments, and for riding to Paris at 110km/h on the motorway )
Maybe the biggest miracles: my laptop which sat in it's special Bagster tankbag hasn't budged (kudos to Apple?) and the 6 months old dSLR in the left pannier apparently still functions too.
Now to see how this will work out with the pending warranty replacement thing, and whether or not I'll have this taken up by the insurance (depends on how much 'malus' that'll cost me ... and on how much repair is going to cost...)
Damn, of course it had to be a dog (unexpected, rare even in that village) inside an agglomeration and not one of the deer, foxes, swine or rabbits that I'm used to encounter :-/
the paracetamol is beginning to work, off to bed I go!