Well, this story is a bit different...
the first time my Connie went down, I simply wasn't there. The bike had few days of life and I was moving from Pisa to a small city near Florence. At that time I was ultra concerned for the new bike. I was afraid to scrape it, to touch something or to drop it... The new flat didn't have a box, so I accepted to leave it in the street (with a biiiiiig chain and an huge lock) for a few days. Well, the third day my parents went to see the new bike and...
I risked an heart attack.
The mirror was completely broken, the headlight was broken (glass and reflector) the supports for the front fairing were broken and I couldn't afford the reparation. But I had to leave for an important winter motorcycle meeting in the northern Italy (you know, the one where you sleep in a tent in the snow roasting big pieces of meat and drinking beer together...), so I bought the spares in Germany and started disassembling the bike and soldering the ABS fairings. Here you can see an uncommon naked bike XD
During the reparation, few days before leaving, the disaster: we discovered the horizontal frame that supports mirrors and instruments was bent and cracked. I couldn't order another in Germany because it wouldn't arrive on time and the Connie is a very rare bike in Italy, so Kawasaki dealers didn't have the spare. I had no chance: we built a tie rod to apply traction to the cracked component, slightly modified the fairing and reassembled (with a lot of difficulties due to the new geometry of the component) the bike.
We mounted some crash cages and I was ready to leave!
Well, the right mirror was pointing a little inner, but the bike was great. With the scares on the fairing and the cages, I didn't fear anything. I also rode it in the snow, with the snow chains! There was a lot of people with BMW GS, dirt bikes and other offroad-able bikes, and I was there with an unstoppable 320kg monster.
Obviously, in such situations, is very likely to make a lot of friends! We were all riding and dropping the bikes and riding again like mad dogs in the snow! And a lot of chatting about snow chains and tyres and iced roads...
It was a great experience! I'm not sure I would ride in the snow if the bike was perfect. So, in some ways, the person that dropped my new bike, made me live this experience thoroughly.
(well, I hate him anyway
PS: guys I'm sorry for my bad english, I realize I'm really bad at writing in your language