ACTUALLY wrecking the scooter

we got into chiang rai about 8:30, 9 pm, and i was dead exhausted. 90 km/h for the past hour, dark, headlights, contacts drying up, insects the size of king kong whapping my face, and i felt like an utter lunatic.
we found a market and a good-lookingplace to eat, pulled off and decided to park. i saw a nice spot on the sidewalk, sort of parallel another bike parked up there. i tried to pull my scooter over the curb, and when it wouldn’t hop, i gunned the throttle a little bit.
the following second and a half felt like an underwater dream, trying to stop the bike but pulling the throttle instead of the brake, careening into first the wall and then wedging up next to the other scooter, throwing me off behind, left with my leg pinned between the concrete wall and my neon green 150 cc beast. i vaguely remember yelling, and the fear kicked in once i had stopped. well, first the overwhelming feeling of FUCK.  
then the idiocy.
then the owner of the bike came over and began inspecting the damage to her bike. at first she seemed satisfied that it would start, all was well. i apologized profusely, the pain in my leg beginning to flow, furious at my mistake, at trying to be comforted, at the whole fucking thing. i wanted to be in chiang mai, where i was comfortable, not in chiang rai with a wrecked motorscooter. then the woman returned and began re-inspecting her bike, and i was about a millimeter away from copping fierce attitude, thinking i was about to get had for some serious cash. i noticed her kickstand was legitimately busted, the bike wouldn’t stand upright, so i pulled a 500 baht note from my wallet and handed it to her, apologizing all the way. she walked away, returning a few moments later with a handful of smaller bills. i’m thinking look lady, i didn’t just thrash your bike and then expect you to break a 500 from your papaya stand. instead, she returned 300 of the money i’d given her, motioning that the stand would only cost 200.
so, i ended the evening at the chiang rai inn after some fabulous thai food at an open restaurant, post-crash, my leg was raspberried up and bruised a little but not broken or worse, my bike had a busted fender but nothing worse, and the woman i hit had cash for a new stand, and she upheld honesty and integrity.