So I was lanesplitting down High Street Rd in the shitty weather today, coming up between a red '80s mazda and a late-model black SLsomething Merc on the right. Lights go just as I've committed to getting through, mirrors move out of the alignment I'm expecting, and my right handlebar smashes the crap out of the passenger mirror on the Benz. I follow the guy to the next lights and pull up beside his window. "Pull over mate, and I'll give you my details." Driver: "No buddy, she'll be right. I'm sure it'll pop right in." I look over at the mirror, noting the expensive electronic looking shit hanging out. Me: "You kidding mate? I've buggered it right up." Driver: "Don't worry about it mate. I'm a rider myself, just got a Virago. I know what it's like, it's a shitty day to be riding, don't worry about it. Bloody nice bike, by the way." Me: ".....faaaaaark. Thanks mate. Yer a legend. After you then." So if you're out there mate, and you check the posts on Netrider, thanks again, yer blood's worth bottling. Funny, If I'd had the presence of mind, I'd have aimed at the Mazda instead.