Dunno if I recounted this elsewhere, but I had a screamer in the eighties when dispatch riding in Birmingham.
I'd modified my sidestand to kick back the moment pressure was off it, due to forgetting on a number of occasions and having a 'moment' on the first l/h bend. I'd soon got into the habit of pushing the sidestand down against the spring, and dropping onto it as I came to a stop. One lunchtime, I went for a sandwich at a local place which had indoor seating and a large front window. As I pulled up, I went for my 'cool' sidestand-down approach, got it wrong, and ended up on the floor with the bike on top of me - much to the shock and amusement of all the diners watching through that big front window. After having the ignominy of having to haul myself from under the bike (XS750), then having to haul it up (on a slope) by myself, I decided that I couldn't suffer walking in and ordering a sarnie, so made a quick, red-faced exit.
I still remember every moment of it.
