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I can't believe it. My bike and I went down on Saturday. My bike isn't yet registered (long story that I won't get into) and it was such a beautiful day Saturday that I couldn't resist but take it out of the garage. My husband was psyched. I got on all my new riding gear and started her up. I was going to take her around the block but I rode her around my yard instead (still paranoid of all the sand out there). Ends up that I rode over some dog poop of all things!!! I feel like such an idiot. When I put on the brake on the driveway, my bike slid...and the next thing I knew I was going down. *sighhhhhhhhhhh* The bike just got a little scratch and that's it. I'm fine and the one thing I got out of this "crappy" experience was that I learned what it feels like to dump it. *siiiighhhhhhhhh*