Well, then.
Nice to know that after 800 hours in game, I'm still finding new and creative ways to be a moron.
Got through two of three stops on this trip without incident. Hopped into Neutron World and Great Annihilator, scanned tourist beacons, buggered off before getting scanned, all good. At Sag A, I dropped into the tourist trap, targeted the beacon, forgot to drop my throttle, checked my surroundings, and ran spang into the forking beacon. BAM. Knocked my hull down to about 45% and scared the living crap out of my passengers. Y'know, the ones who are all damage-averse and promptly ejected. Hope they all learned what an event horizon is, the cowards.
Sat there in disbelief for a minute, then stuck my tail between my legs and limped back to Colonia. The truly ignominious part? Eighty million credits worth of cartographic data left me three -- THREE -- percent shy of Elite Explorer.
Feel free to post a Nelson Muntz meme below this. I thoroughly earned it...