I had mine for a couple days. It was before the safety course or license endorsement, so I was just taking it easy on the back roads around my house.
I wanted to turn around, so I slowed and took a slight right into someone's gravel driveway and began to pull around left. The bike was perpendicular to the street when I lost control. Clutch control. The engine sputtered so I throttled it good, almost launching the bike out from under me (keep in mind I was duck-walking the bike through the turn). I grabbed the front brake and just completely lost balance as the bike fell on its right side, myself jumping off to the side. That sickening clatter of bike hitting street still rings in my ears to this day.
Now for the tragic humorous part to really rub it in my face: I was now in the opposite lane, bike still facing perpendicular to the street. I was kind of panicking that a car might come or someone might see me, so I quickly pulled it up... and lost my grip, dropping it again, this time on the left side. Finally I righted it, got on, and drove home.
Thanks to my total squidness of wearing shorts at the time, I recieved a nice half-circular burn on my leg. Probably from pulling the bike up after the second drop, but I only realized it on the way home when I noticed blood oozing down the side. The scar is still there, so I'll always remember my first bike

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