Well, as one form of local bike activity, I rode to the local Harley dealer to look around. While walking around with my complimentary cup of java, a salesman calls out, "Who owns the BSA?" I figured I was parked in the wrong place. Nope. "Someone backed into your bike and knocked it over." "Oh sh*t!", says I. On seeing the bike, I was obviously not happy but somewhat relieved to see the damage was limited. There is a small bend in the rear mudguard, a scrape on the front mudguard, damaged headlight bezel, broken clutch perch and damaged seat cover. Right now I'm waiting for the tow service to arrive at my house with the bike.
It's not that there is that much damage, it's just that I don't know how they can compensate me for all of my work it is going to take to impement the reairs.
Richard L.