The Eleventh Commandment: Thou shalt not crash thy motorbike more than three times and live to tell thy tale. My first accident occurred around 3 months ago. Many of you know the story and I'm feeling oh so lazy so I will not go into it... The end result that hurt the most was: A/ Out of a job that i really enjoyed b/c od a leg injury B/ A long and tiring wait to get the bike on the road. November, 21st, 2008: After many-a sweat, blood, tears and hard earned cash, I was pleased to say that all my hard work had paid off and the bike i thought I wouldn't have ride-able til mid '09 was up and running better than ever. Oh life was great. Having recently taken a job in Artarmon, the commute was quicker and less painful than having my knees jammed in my ears in the tiny mazda 2, or smelling other people's stinky breaths and odurful armpits on public transport. As if life couldn't be any better? The weekend hits. You can't quite tell where the ocean meets the sky on the horizon. You don't really care. All you know is the sun is smiling and you are staring at beautiful open road. Life is bliss. December, 5th, 2008: The rain is forever coming down. I haven't ridden in the rain in over 3 months. As I think about the commute home I picture people [nervously driving their cages in the rain. Not sure if they should accelerate, brake, or both at once... Should I indicate, then change lanes, or vice versa? Should I check my blindspot? Or is whatever is happening in front of me more importnt - because it IS raining... I picture the oily intersections and bridges that draw the roaring winds across them.] Thankfully, I arrive home. In one piece and unscathed. I can't wait to get back on the road in the dry! It's such a better feeling having just ridden in the wet. December, 8th, 2008: The beginning to a new week, the beginning to the final week. Work is cutting off early and we have an extra week of holidays. One more week to get through. 4:30pm finally rolls around and I'm down to the carpark and straight onto my bike. It's such a pleasant day. I make my way from Artarmon to St. Leonards with no problem. In fact a kid walking by with his mum pointed and waved to me. Oh how cool I am on my CBR 250 RR... Only to him thought, until an R1 rolled by and grabbed his jaw-dropping attention... meh "i'm still fcuking cool" i think to myself and chuckle a little. The bus lane is empty, the three lanes to my right are backed up til who-knows-when and I'm cheering!! I cross the intersection of Military Rd and Warringah Freeway, and what happends next, I'll never forget. Ahead of me, about 4 car lengths, is a car, a silver, old style mitsubishi Lancer. This car indicated and pulled out to cut across the bus lane into a side street immediately as I'm riding along at 60. As soon as I saw her coming out, I kicked off the accelerator, clutch in and applied both front and rear B's. WTF?? SHE STOPPED. dead set in the middle of the bus lane!!! Taking up the WHOLE lane on an angle as if she wanted to turn left. Problem is as she turned, she saw me coming and hesitated and stopped dead in her tracks. I could go left or right to avoid her. I just kept squeezing those brakes and hoped for the best. The best was me rear ending her in her Back-Left 1/4 panel and face planting her rear windscreen. NOOOO!!!!!!! My baby!!!!! I only JUST fixed this thing with my bare hands a week earlier. Luckily I came out of it good. Although my knee made some heft contact with her car as well, so it's swollen and bruised. And it sucks because as far as I know, if I ran up the back of her then it's MY FAULT. The police came and took statements blahblah blah and they said they will go back to the station and review it to find out who was at fault. Almost a week later I have not heard from them. But considering of what happened, I cannot see them ruling in her favour. The Cop did say you have to give room to stop. I explained to him it was like travelling @ 60km/h and having a magical brick wall pop up put of no where 15m ahead. From my understanding, at that speed you need about 35m. I did everything I could. Buffering, applied brakes smoothly but heavily So, 2 accidents in about 3 or 4 months. I'm not taking anymore chances as I came out really well from both of them and do NOT want another accident haha It's a shame it had to come to this but it has.... hopefully, when I can afford it, I'll be back on the 2 wheels again in a few yrs!