While parking in the lot of a large SoCal bike and accessory shop, I caught my pant leg on my right foot peg. Before I could get my leg all the way down, I dropped my bike. Only one person was in the parking lot to see me, and he came to check on me. I came less than an inch from knocking over the bike next to me, and then, like dominoes, the other 15 or so bikes parked neatly in a row would have fallen. I shut off my bike and picked it up. After I was on the center stand and had my gear removed, the members of a local MC filed out of the shop, mounted the same row of neatly parked bikes and roared off.