All good stories
I have a couple.
Bike - Suzuki GZ125.
Parked up in town and tried to ride off with the disklock on, luckily it was a saturday and there was only a few hundred people around, bike went down and I got stuck under it, a middle aged woman had to come lift it off me, I didn't notice the lock until after the second time I tried to ride off.
Bike - Yamaha Diversion 600 (with panniers, tank bag and tail pack)
Pulled into a petrol station on my way down to bristol, it was baking hot and the bike was heavy and i'd ridden about 200 miles already.
i'm sat on the bike filling up when a car pulls up next to me, out steps a young lady in hot pants, knee high boots and a crop top, obviously on her way to work.
I finish filling up, shift my weight onto my right leg so I can put the sidestand down and slip on a small patch of gravel.
My leg slipped forward and I nearly knee'd myself in the face, bike goes down slowly, I pull a muscle in my crotch and my tank bag falls off the bike and empties the contents all over the forecourt, at the feet of the young lady.
I gather my shit together and hobble off to a parking space to regroup where I see a couple of bikers laughing at me, not sympathetic at all.
It's not over
I pack my stuff up, check the bike over, have a smoke to calm my nerves.
When I go to get back on the bike, i'm obviously a bit over zealous and go straight over the other side of the bike, my right leg and pulled muscle don't have the energy to hold the weight and the bike goes down on the right again.
I managed to get back on the bike and ride off before anyone saw me.