Aww Crap!

There I was, riding smooth as silk on Hwy 93 heading home tonight. I had the MP3 player on listing to Weird Al's "Living With a Hearnia", cruising at about 62 mph, and contemplating how to incorporate an old torque wrench into Imp, the CB750 chopper project. Then, as I started to cross a bridge just north of Tripoli, WHAM!

"Hmm," I thought. "The lid of my left saddlebag must've opened."

I reach back to close it and my hand doesn't find it.

I try again. Still no luck. I look back.

Shit! No bag!!

I look in the mirror and see it sliding into the K-rail side of the bridge.

Oh well, I wasn't happy with the paint, anyway......

At least I didn't lose anything.

'kan