The other day I stopped in at Freedom Cycle, a local Harley Davidson dealer.  I went in thinking I would continue my quest for the perfect tank bag but got distracted with a sign on the wall:  “Busted Knuckles Garage.”  The sign reminded me of my first motorcycle.

I had (still have sitting in the garage) a 1979 Kawasaki KZ 650.  The carburetors on this bike are held on with rubber boots and clamps.  After loosening the clamps and a lot of pulling the boots finally broke free and slit off scraping my hand against the frame. 

Another crushing memory happened as I pulled into the driveway, lowered the kickstand and started to get off.  At the most awkward point the stand failed taking the bike over with my leg under it.  It is difficult to get a motorcycle off you and upright when you are pinned under it. 

I’m sure there were countless other smashes and scrapes over the three years I road the KZ.  Any time I’m around wrenches I seem to pinch, scrape or hit something.  

Feel free to leave your “Busted Knuckle” stories.