Pain du George

I found a loaf of bread on the kitchen counter today. It's oddly àpropos for the situation I'm in at the moment so I had to give a bit of laugh.Riding back from the office on Thursday I had the thing that all motorcyclists dread: the zero-mile-hour-tipover. With traffic watching. Matilda decided to take a quick nap.Taking a step back I have a 600-pound+ bike. It's quite the handful. If you use the wrong form it's almost impossible to lift it. You back your butt into the seat and you walk it up with your legs.I did this. Quickly. Within around 10 seconds the bike was back up on its wheels and another few seconds I was remounted and motoring away. Normally the process takes perhaps twice as long... but it would be a crime to let people see the bike on its side. Motoring away with a badly pulled left thigh muscle. That night my back hurt too, but from there on it was just the leg.Then I look at the bread.Yep. Pain du George.Then I take another couple Advil.