Well on top of everything non-bike related that went wrong yesterday (and that covers pretty much everything except dinner), a stupid cager  backed their breeder cage into the bike parked next to mine. My formerly non-scratched ZZR now has it's first wound, right on the fron mudguard. Still, my ZZR faired better than my cow-orker's Spada. That hit my bike first, then the ground. Scratched muffler, pegs, handlebars. Hopefully nothing too bad though. Then this morning I was almost cleaned up by a soccer-mum in her SUV when she went speeding along a suburban side-street on the wrong side. Judicious use of brakes and some funky steering saved me, my bike, but possibly not my pants. Have to go call the dry cleaners now... *sigh* They really are out to get me. Yes, I know you and every other biker warned me, but still, I hate reality coming to call.  This stupid cager fitted at least three of the stereo-typical bad driving groups. I won't tell you what they were though.