The Halls

Well, lunch was eventfull.
I got the first time of dropping the bike out of the way.
This bike weighs ~600lbs by itself. This one has several large panniers, which I have filled with sandbags.
Ok, not sandbags, but with crap that only adds to the weight. It's real heavy, ok?
I pulled into the very parking spot as it is in this picture just facing the other way. So, car in front of me. Mistake #1.

It's crazy windy today. So, not that I really feared the bike would be blown over, but just to be sure, I put it up on it's center stand. For those that are not familiar with the center stand, you have to pull back and up on the bike, while at the same time, push down on the stand itself. It's harder to get on that stand, but then it's never going to fall over. But it also has to roll forward 1-2 feet to get off the stand. I left myself 3-4 feet between me and the car in the next stall, and went inside.

When I came out for lunch, the car in front of me had left, and someone had pulled in that spot, all of 1 foot in front my bike.
Nice.
So I'm going to run into this car while getting off the stand.
Great.
Well, here goes.
Grab both grips, push forward, and it goes just enough to get off the stand, and hits the car. Bounces backwards and leans towards me. I can barely hold it up normally, so I always do this with the kickstand down in case I lose it. Mistake #2.
The kickstand comes down on my foot. This probably would break my foot if I wasn't wearing my boots.
Instead, it doesn't come down enough to continue to lean in that direction, and in fact, almost bounces off my foot, and starts to lean in the opposite direction, away from me.
It goes quickly from there. I cannot hold it up, I have no leverage. So there it lays on it's side in our parking lot, my just staring being disgusted.
Of course there's a couple of painters outside who saw the whole thing.

So I walk around to pick it up, and I start to lift, but nothing happens. I try again, really getting a good grip, and giving it my all, and the bike barely moves. I'm going nowhere fast. Then the two painters who had watched the whole thing happen, comes over and offer to help.
The three of us get the bike up.
I thank them, put what's left of my pride in my back pocket, get on the bike and leave.

The only good news, I was rather insistant on getting a bike with these specific panniers, and a big beefy engine gaurd. (the metal bit around the cylinder heads that stick out sideways near the footpegs). So all that, plus the bar end took all the weight. Nothing functional nor painted was damaged at all.
So, some good lessons were learned at a minimal cost, mostly my pride.

Lesson #1, only park in a spot that I can pull forward out of, so I don't have to flintstone backwards up hill, and no one can pull right next to my front tire.

Lesson #2, drop off the center stand with the kickstand up.