I'm starting to wonder. Do things happen in threes? Last weekend was our annual pilgramage to Merimbula via the Snowies. The day before the ride, on the Thursday, I nearly got cleaned up by a car. Due to my superlative riding skills I was able to "lay it down" in order to avoid being run over by an errant driver.  Then on the Friday, Day 1 of the ride, the lads barely got as far as Powelltown when one of them hit loose gravel on his BMW1150RT. Scratches all round, broken mirror, but Beethoven continued to play on ABC FM. Then a few hours later, near Whitfield, another mate, again, hit loose gravel and ended up about 30-40 metres down a cliff, bike leaping gullies, flipping end over and landing on its shiny side, as they say. Bike, CBR600f4i, a write off. Fortunately, or unfortunately, not sure how to look at it, my prang forced me to cancel for the whole weekend. I was considering a quick run up to M'bula on the Saturday but not the whole weekend due to my wife's illness.  Laying it down - term used to describe front brake locking up and 220kg overcoming human strength to keep it upright.