Hey, at least I predated Ewan and Charlie
Had the GS blinged but not fully blinged, just enough, loaded the thing up for Spain and rode off wiv me Smug face on, thinking that nothing's gonna catch me out when I'm crawling along that Pyrenean mountian track and crossing that 3 inch deep mountain stream.
Stopped off in a blazing hot Spanish town for a cold drink prior to setting off for that track, parked it on a slight incline into the kerb on the centre stand.
Crawled back in the heat to bike, drink all gone, off stand, adopted the stance, and could not wheel her backwards away from the kerb to ride off, what with the sapping heat, my sweating-BMW-attired-body and all the f**king weight bolted to her.
Eventually rode home cursing and sold her immediately. One Dakar 650 , one Transalp (both brand new and blingy) later, I gave up and bought an S-Wing.
Still got the BMW suit hanging upstairs. Wearing the GS gloves to this day. That's it for me. What was it all about?
PS at least 20 bikes in 32 years. Starting on a Suzuki FZ50, full circle, now on Vision 110 (AN400 now sold)