I posted this on the Marietta M&G thread, but figured I should come clean and post it here as well. I did note after we got home that I had lost a significant amount of weight, which this morning I had regained and then some. Obviously, I was seriously dehydrated despite our frequent stops and fluid consumption. Definitely a lesson for me to remember and respect.
I pulled over into a pull-out along Rt 52 South of Kankakee, IL that was paved and had some shade because we needed a break. We were maybe 45 minutes from home and we got home with half a tank left, but the sun had come out and we both needed to hydrate. Once we were ready to go, I pulled up to the street and stopped to wait on traffic. Then it happened. I felt the bike leaning a bit and I could not stop it. I dropped my wing (on the right side this time) with my lovely bride sitting on the back. She put her foot out and was standing there just fine and the bike was not damaged although the support arm for my right highway peg rotated up against the engine cover. With all of the extra weight up high on the bike, it took both of us to pick it up. It seemed to roll over much further than the first time, perhaps because of the luggage. I could barely squat low enough to get my butt on the side of the seat. At least I remembered to put down the side stand first.