My wife said it felt as if I had slammed on the brakes, which I am nearly certain I didn’t do. Leads me to believe that what happened was that as I was letting out the clutch after the stop sign I unexpectedly stalled, the bike fell to the right, I got my right foot off the pegs but by the time I did the bike was at too steep of an angle for me to lift it back up. She also said that as soon as I made the wrong turn and got a little flustered it was as if she could literally feel the confidence leave my body, she said my shoulders sloped and I felt, best she could describe it was shaky, she said she wasn’t surprised that I made a mistake shortly after.
Under those circumstances I don’t see how anyone, even the those who think it’s always the other guy’s fault, or believe that it’s an inevitability, could do anything but blame themselves. There was no one else involved, hell there was nobody else around, which I guess was a good thing as there were no witnesses to my ineptitude. About 30 seconds after I righted the bike a pack of teenage skateboarders came by, looked at the Ducati, proudly on it’s side stand and gave me the thumbs up. Wonder what their reaction would have been if they had come upon the scene a half minute earlier with the Duc sprawled on the pavement looking like it was waiting for forensics to come and draw an outline around it? My guess is it wouldn’t have been quite as reverential, more like “Hey, old folks, where’s your scooter?