Hi all, the other night I was turning right from Scoresby Rd into Boronia Rd (for those who know the Boronia area, MEL. While waiting for a green arrow I noticed some rubbish in the center spot. You know, some gravel, broken glass, plastic etc. I thought to myself - stay well clear off it. Green light comes on, no traffic in sight, a friend of mine just behind me, on his Virago. I rode off. It was just a bit downhill from where I started and I must have over-cooked it just a tiny bit (a newb, just off my L-plates). Nothing crazy, just a normal start. But it took me too close to the center. Instinctive reaction - roll of the throttle a bit. Not a conscious decision, by any means, no time for that. At the time I still thought I'm far enough. But just passing the center, turning right, leaning the bike, suddenly I felt my front wheel hit a single little stone. And then the front wheel skipping and sliding on the rolling stone. And the bike leaning more to the right beyond the point of balance. All in what seemed like a single point in time, no time to react. And then the wheel gripped again. And it all, somehow, gathered itself up <Esc>^D^D^D^D^D^D^D^D^D^D^D^D^D^D^D^D^DAnd then I saved it on my knee, an elbow and a bit of chin. And I was still on top. Few quick thoughts: has the friend noticed anything? Naah. Has he passed it no worries? Seems like it. Bugger. Is the smell from my pants strong enough for him to start wondering? I'd be interested to hear from others, have you scared yourself sh-less in a similar fashion? Also, was my instinct reaction (rolling off the throttle) a correct thing to do in such a situation? If not, then what reaction would be better? Me thinks if I replay the situation several times in my mind, with the correct response, ](*,) eventually it might stick. And the next time the instinct will do the right thing. [-o< Cheers, Edited to tell what actually happened.