<human>: Well this actually happened yesterday but close enough right?

I got my motorcycle exactly a week before this event, whilst enduring many safety lectures from my father and how to be careful and what not. Fast-forward a week and there I am happily riding my new bike already 200 kms under my belt.

Eventually I turn up at my dads house for a visit and he decides to go for a ride on my bike, so I show him the buttons and levers and off he goes zooming up and down the street like some wannabe Moto GP rider, I go back inside and after a few minutes I hear no sign of him or the bike. I end up going outside as he pulls up really slowly to the driveway he sheepishly looks at me and I see the whole side of the bike is wrecked, missing the right mirror, indicator and the whole footpeg and back break is snapped off plus the plastics scratched and smashed. Turns out he tried to power turn on a patch of wet grass and went ass over tits and shreked the whole side of the bike. Moral of the story don't trust anyone with your ride.

Can you give me a shortened version of the text?
<bot>: Dad has a go on my bike, slips on wet grass and wrecks my bike after a week of having it.