So there I was, 15 minutes late getting off work and HAD to be somewhere, so I come off one rode and get on her hard....then there he was, Mr. County Mounty. Well he pulled me over, told me he knew I was speeding but there was a big truck between me and his radar so he couldn't lock on and he is giving me a verbal warning....YIPPIE ( I was doing over 100 when I noticed him about 500 yards off the main road. So I am off again, cool until I get out of his sight and then have to turn onto another road, I lay it over nice and smooth and BLIP...there is Mr. City Police....so yeah he said he was going to give me a verbal warning (my lucky day, right?) something about turning to hard and being to low in the turn for city streets...BLUH BLUH BLUH ( I am still late) So off I go, another 3 miles and have to turn again, stop at the stop sign and make the turn...I am on it hard again in 1st and the front is coming up really pretty like and POP.....not paying attention to my riding position and guess where I was sitting and where my right foot was. Yup right foot under shift lever and sitting right up against the tank, so I end up on the big "N" and the front comes down hard...NUT BUSTER. Yeah I know nothen to do with a wreck or anything real big deal but I did slow down with 1 hand on the gas and the other holding the family jewels...moral to this story is, "Just when you think you got LUCKY...think again" I think I would have rather had a ticket...