One of my mates had recently picked up the most immaculate 650 Tenere any of us have seen for years. It didn't even have stone chips on the front fairing, was shiny and in amazing condition. Stevie and I had ridden together for decades and at various times we were having real heated battles for the lead.
Guess who fell over in a slow boring right hand corner with no-one else around when we were all just cruising along spaced out because of the dust? Yep..Stevie. He picked it up before I could get my camera out - but the right hand side was mint no more!