Bike seems ok. Small scuff on the mirror, and scuffed up the GIVI rack.
Car is a little worse for the wear, has some dents in the door. But hell, those are now merit badges. That bastard saved me a lot heartache. If the bike had it the concrete, I'd be much more upset.
I'm fine, but I shouldn't have been mucking about with the bike while wearing shorts. Lesson learned.
The absolute worst part is that the guy I enlisted to help me pick it up had recently hinted that the 919 might be too big for me. I told him to suck it, and that I know what I'm doing. I think I just took two steps backward in that argument today.
(*note for those following the drama, this the Parts guy from the other thread)