Well, time to tell the world, I guess.
You can survive going down on a motorcycle at 70 miles per hour with nothing but a bruised left big toe, a bruised left index finger knuckle, and a slightly bruised left elbow.
Thought 1: Ever seen those tar strips that they put where there is a crack in the concrete? The idea is to prevent water from seeping into the crack and expanding when it freezes, thereby increasing the size of the crack. They are slippery when wet. Generally doesn't make any difference because they are only two or three inches wide.
Thought 1a: Apparently some state worker, direct or contracted, thought that if two or three inches of tar was good, a foot or so of tar was better. Remember slippery when wet? Yeah. Lean a motorcycle to change lanes (that's how you steer motorcycles, in case you are wondering), hit a foot wide strip of slippery tar, bam! You are on the ground before you have a chance to even think about it.
Thought 3: When you fix the leaking rear head gasket on your Harley, wash off all the residual oil. Otherwise you will go for a ride the next day, have oil all over the back of your engine, and conclude that you have a cracked cylinder head and need at least a thousand bucks worth of parts to fix your motor.
Thought 3a: When your bike has been sitting for most of the past six months because it was winter and because when it briefly didn't seem like winter you had a new Road King to ride, and when it doesn't run properly and backfires and loses power at highway speeds or at RPMs over 3,000, don't assume it has an electrical problem. Start by cleaning the carburetor. To be fair to me, although I am a very experienced Harley mechanic, I have never (ever, ever) had my Fat Boy sit for that long without being ridden a lot. This having two bikes thing is very new to me. Of course that's all in the past now.
Conclusion 3: I went from "I need new cylinder heads and a wiring harness" in the morning to riding a perfectly fine motorcycle in the afternoon. Talk about mood swings. No hormones or chemicals needed.
Thought 4: My insurance company (Name withheld for privacy so I'll just use the randomly selected name Progressive to refer to them from now on) thinks that my motorcycle is worth $10,600. They got this figure by finding a bike for sale in Texas for $10,500 and adjusting for mileage since it has 66,000 (that's sixty six thousand) miles on it. Somehow that is comparable to my 34,000 mile (ie low mileage) Road King. I can't quite figure out what their formula is. The lady said she'd send me a thing that showed me the breakdown and then sent me a file that says "The bike is worth $10,600". Helpful.
Meanwhile I find one for sale in Massachusetts for $13,500, another for sale somewhere else for $13,200, the only two carburetted 2003 Anniversary edition Road Kings I can find listed, then they have the gall to tell me that carburetted models are generally worth less as EFI is an upgrade, so if I insist on arguing with them about the price they might do a search and lower their offer.
I switched to Progressive because we had a family issue with driver's licenses (ie not having them) but I'll be switching back to USAA as soon as this is resolved.
Thought 5: My Fat Boy has waaaaaaaaaaaaay less storage space than my Road King. It was never an issue until today, but then I was trying to pack my school stuff, my jacket, my groceries all into the saddlebags on the FB...
Thought 6: I hated being without a motorcycle, even though it was for about five days and it rained the whole time. It really sucked.