I found myself in somewhat of a pickle on Saturday. T'was a balmy Gold Coast morning, the surf was crap, the sun was beating down with a vengeance and the cagers were out in force RIding along in far left of three lanes having joined the lane approx 250metres previously. 70km/hr zone with reasonably heavy traffic in the other lanes but a clear path ahead for approx 100metres in my lane. Not a huge fan of riding in far left lane so I was hoping to move into far right lane but didn't have the opportunity just yet. Riding in the right wheel track. Along side a truck, when he began to merge into my lane (naturally not using his indicator) I had a small speed advantage but only small. He probably did his head/mirror check (if at all) while I was cruising through his blind spot. Options at this point are to brake or accelarate and get out of the way. I elected to open up the taps and accelerate out of trouble and get in front of a rapidly closing lane. There was no time to hit the horn...... but I certainly had time to get into the left wheel track and give myself a little breathing room as I accelerated past and into clear air Almost simultaneously a blue Falcon exits a service station about 70 metres ahead, sees me...and I suspect the truck... He stops dead .....the nose of the car directly in the left wheel track. Time slows for me, my options have narrowed, no braking space here and I don't fancy a controlled or uncontrolled dismount over the bonnet of his car, nor do I like the idea of becoming sandwiched between the ever decreasing gap between a a big white truck rock and a very hard place. Another option which fleeting appeared was to go over the gutter, but the numerous trees lining the nature strip made this option rather unattractive as well........ This decision making process took maybe 0.02 secs but felt much longer. I decided to continue with my original plan and get the hell outta Dodge, the taps were half opened already and I cranked the throttle to the stops. Myself and the FJR made it through intact..... although I do now have a blue streak running down my left pannier where it came into contact with the front bumper of my mate on the left. Cue a bus stop ahead, and I pull in to take stock of the situation and both the truck and the Falcon cruise on past without a care in their world. Mine however has decended somewhat, from a nice Saturday morning ride to clear out the cobwebs, to questioning whether I should continue riding. I honestly couldn't get back on the bike for 20 minutes I was shaking so much. I am not sure what I could have done to avoid this and to be fair there was nil skill involved in getting out of the situation..... it was just blind luck.