I've dropped my bike twice, both times when it was stopped. Once, after wine tasting all night, I stopped at a light to turn right. Looked left, no traffic. Starting to turn, leaned over at 2 mph, see a car coming on the left, stop short, notice the bike is leaned over and practically on the ground and the curb on the right is sloping down. Bike goes down slowly and gently, but to my horror, and I step off and away. I'm going, this is a disaster, something must be crushed. Well, I have leather bags on the back and engine guards up front.. The wheels are facing up and the top of the windshield is touching the pavement. I go "f(*k", this is too embarrassing. So I lift the freaking bike without injuring myself - the wrong way, of course. Nothing like alcohol-induced adrenalin. The top of the windshield had a little scratch as did the right mirror and engine guard. The right brake lever was a little bent but I fixed it with vice grips and pliers.
Second time, I'm in a parking lot trying to back peddle up hill into a parking space. Suddenly, some yo yo comes speeding up on my right. I see him and freak out and my foot slips and the bike floats down on its right side. Again, the bag cushions the fall. However, this time, I am not soused and am totally pissed. I push the bike upright in a rage using the guaranteed-to-injure method, again. This time, I f(*k my back big time. Both sacroiliac joints are out of joint. I manage to get back to work and drive home at the end of the day but was crippled for a few weeks. That's what they make Vicodin for. Vicodin should be Rocket accessory.