Having read a few posts on crashing ,offs, dropping bikes, sliding down the road and the like I thought I would pen and share one of my more red faced offs. Its 2003 and my bro lives in Singleton and I was heading to his place for a weekend shin dig, it was July so still a little chilly on the willy when I got out of bed,so cold in fact that I couldnt be jacked taking off my Flano pjs and threw my jeans and jacket straight over them. Fire up the girl and give a wave to the cheese and kisses as I head out the drive making a bee line to Singleton via Windsor and Putty Rd. I tag on the back of a TL 1000 going the same way he seems to know the road well and I am happy enough smelling his pipe at a safe distance, its a pretty mellow ride so far as we climb up to the 1/2 way house, he pulls in and I carry on . 5 km past the house theres some flashing lights and roadworkers remarking the centre lines and patching holes , tar and paint everywhere oh well keep going, keep clear of centre line I tell myself , heading in to the fun zone now and start to crank over the Millie, a nice hill climb and heading toward a hairpin ..ok look through the corner.. see exit... eyes level..roll on gas ..move ass over a little..hang on a little close to centre line ... sky...road.. sky..road..sky.. road... bikes riding me.. shit Im off WTF ! low sided . So there I am in the middle of road with my bike on my right leg stuck under the bike, as luck or bad luck would have it a MR2 car club had pulled over and was working on one of the cars on the side of the road, they run over and heave the gril off my leg..cheers. I start to dust myself off and notice my right knee is throbbing a little and hobble to the side of the road. A lady from the group comes over with 1st Aidkit shes a nurse and said "look take your jeans off and letts take a look your knee" ummm...ok......I say... now by this time everyones crowded around the poor hurt bike rider I take my jeans off and they spy my PJ,s are those PJs one of them asked ....um yes they are , I look at them with a feel sorry for me look on my face ,not a chance the smirks on thier face told it all I was sprung in public in my pjs. All patched up I head over to my poor broken girl not to bad lever ,blinker,bar end ,a bit of rash on pipe and fairings, only a million dollars worth could be worse, I thumb it and she fires up good girl. Mr TL 1000 comes around the corner and stops,you ok? yeah mate! looks me up and down and down again he sees my pjs through my torn jeans, I can make out a smile through his helmet, I was cold I yelled as he took off.