Dropped the Sherpa once while doing the Pacific course in the lot, but that doesn't count.
Passed my MSA, and rode (I live near UBC) out to SFU and back in the rain. Was so proud of myself that I got overconfident and locked up the rear wheel at the 2nd last traffic light, blocks from my house. Recovered to a full stop, but the bike was off-balance and started falling - I jumped clear. The bike had already been dumped probably a good 10x on each side before by who knows how many previous owners so there was no new damage, but boy was it embarrassing. The people waiting in this one car in the opposite direction were all pointing and laughing.
A few days later, I dumped it on the other side trying to park the damn thing in my garage. ><
It was my friend's 1986 VFR400R NC21. He didn't care though (he even offered to pay for the parts I broke!), because the previous month I hooked him up with a girl.
