letting your father drive your r1200gs for the second time. As he is coming up the steep driveway your dog bolts from one side of your truck bed to the other to bark as its backed up in the drive way. Dog scares your father into a hand full of front break while slightly turning the wheel to drive it into the garage. I watched in slow motion as my bike leans over at my brand new $40,000 truck missing it by less than an inch as it falls in slow motion. My father walked away with a few weeks of jabs about dropping the bike and a sore calf.
In his defence I knew he shouldn't drive it up into the garage, let alone up the steep driveway. Also my Chesapeake has one piercing bark.