Don't know wether it is believable or not, but here is my badly fated beloved 1100iSport, or, as I called hed "Aporia" (which means "Logic problem without possibility of solution").
She died on May 27, 2001, in the hands of my beloved uncle Siro, brother of my mom, who is almost a brother to me because we've grown up almost together (we have 12 years of difference).
Luckily, he's come out uninjuried, suffered scratches on the legs, but very little, and he reported only a big confusion after the impact (my Arai top-of-the-line helmet took good care of his head).
So, here the bike is, take a look at how could a bike like this become after hitting at 40-50km/h a car coming right in the front at some 60km/h...
Isn't i very, very sad?
 

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Here is how I saw her at first...
Now we're at my house, but I first saw her in this way on the truck.
Got real real sad that sunday evening...

Well, at least I was able to smile somewhat:
I menaced the transport people that I would have had their a*s if thet had made a dent
or a scratch on my beloved bike! ;-)

Here she is: the oil cooler had been partialli removed by the front wheel in the impact, so
oil flowed freely out if the engine.
All the wheels were dirty of oil, and the engine was still leaking, so put some paper to
avoid damage on the floor...

She is not beauty like she used too, but still lovely.
The mirrors cause me two different moods:
on one hand, they make me really really sad,
on the other, they make me somewhat smile, because they
resamble some dog's ears...