My wife and I and my youngest daughter and her husband did an overnight ride this past weekend. About 225 miles round trip. Nothing big but our first overnight and longest trip to date. Had a great time on the bikes. About 1/2 hour from home, we stopped for a potty break. The lot was full of Harley's coming back from an event and a local police car. We pulled in and found a parking spot. I rolled into the spot and promptly laid the bike over. I believe I lost my footing on the right and she laid right down, engine running still in gear but a death grip on the clutch. I was instantly surrounded by Harley riders who helped right the bike and make sure we were ok. My wife got a scrape on her palm from putting her hand out. Everyone one of them was so nice and welcomed us to the club of dropped motorcycles. I have ridden for 33 years and it's the second time in all that time I have lost one. Like others have mentioned, after a certain point you just know it's going down. Fortunately we weren't moving when it happened. The funny thing was, there was a young couple with little kids in the van in front of us and she watched us pull in and drop right in front of her. She looked around like it was Candid Camera. BTW, my wife said it still didn't scare her about riding. She is a real trooper.