So Mrs Samurai and I went away for the weekend, to celebrate our tenth anniversary. We had a nice little romantic cottage in Brogo. All very lovely. However, on the way there we stopped in Bodalla for a coffee and a bite of lunch. When we came out of the cafe I discovered some scumbag had stolen my number plate (and the rego that was attached to it). What an outrage. I reported it straight away and then had to ride around for the rest of the weekend with no plate. I was very good though, and slowed down for every speed camera as if I still had a plate. Interestingly, not one patrol car noticed and stopped me - and we saw a few. Cost me $36 for a new plate at the RTA this morning. The other slightly annoying thing was that I dropped my bike for the first time in years. We took a ride up the Snowy Mountains Highway, through Bemboka, just for the sake of it. Up the twisties from Bemboka a ways the weather turned bad and it started to hail, so we decided to turn back. I pulled over, kicked it down into first and started the U-turn, very slowly and carefully. Then discovered that I'd kicked it into a false neutral. I had no go, was on a steep road and already in a steep turn and over we went. I desperately tried to hold it up, but my bike, with my wife on the back, is just too heavy (no jokes about wives and heaviness - it would probably be too heavy without a pillion too). I did manage to lay it down very gently though, at considerable cost to my biceps tendon which is bloody agony now. Still, I'll heal and the only damage was a slight stratch on one engine case. My wife just stepped off, unhurt. I leapt around, cursing and spitting at the pain in my arm for a few seconds, then we picked the bike up and rode down to the cheese museum at Bega. Strange weekend.