Ahem....., I have something I need to get off my chest - a confession of sorts I suppose, and a source of embarrassment for sure!
On a Saturday in May this year, I picked up my shiny new CBR600F, and rode around happily and steadily in the sunshine, just getting a few miles on it and also getting a feel for it.
I did a couple of hundred miles, washed the dead bugs off it, and locked it up in the shed.
So far so good....
The next day dawned, and being a Sunday meant I had the chance to do the same thing again, which suited me fine!
I left home on it, and within 5 minutes I was laying at the side of a busy dual carriageway unable to move, with my lovely 2 day old bike on its side a few yards further up the road!
The accident happened on a sliproad that joins a dual carriageway, and there were 3 cars in front of me, all of which could join the road as there was nothing coming.
For some inexplicable reason, the car at the front almost stopped instead of simply accelerating onto the completely clear dual carriageway, and I'm ashamed to say it caught me out and I ran into the back of the car in front of me.
The damage to the bike was all cosmetic, but still cost my insurers over £1500, and the damage to me was a deeply bruised lower back, despite wearing a back protector!
I suppose an accident was inevitable, cos I passed my bike test in 1983, and whilst I haven't had a bike on the road continuously since then, I haven't ever been away from it for long. I've clocked up many thousands of miles in all weather conditions, and have never had an accident or an off, just a few near misses!
Going into work after that weekend and being subjected to the opinions of my "sympathetic" workmates was definitely a low point in my life, but hey, I lived to tell the tale and to get my own back on the guys at work....
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