Well guys, last night my luck finally ran out so to speak. Was riding home from work at 2:30AM. It was raining pretty well heavy, and conditions were slippery. The 60k road I was riding along splits into two at a set of traffic lights to go onto a 70k highway road, I indicated left, and the guy in front indicated right. At the very last possible second before hitting the median, and still indicating right, the white ute infront decides to come into my lane and turn left, with me in it, almost right into me. So my choice is either into a gutter at 40kmph, or try my luck in brakeing. I go for the brakeing option, grab the front what I now know is way too hard, and lowsided at about 40kmph in the wet. The guy that nearly took me out must have seen this, and gunned it onto the highway without even looking, which would be insane in the best conditions. The bike, a 2000 ZZR 250, ended up about 10 yards away in the middle of the road. After checking myself out, and finding myself surprisingly ok, I somehow managed to pick it up (no idea how), and pushed it onto the footpath using the traffic light padestrian bit. Damage to bike: Obliterated left mirror, right front fairing heavily cracked and scratched, gear lever bent well out of shape. Maybe a couple of hundred bucks to fix everything but fairing. Damage to me: Gravel rash the size of a 20c coin below hip, two very sore wrists. Here's the thing I couldn't believe. No one stopped. Out of the half dozen or so cars that went straight past me while on the road, not a single one stopped. One taxi driver going the same way I was went around the bike while I was picking myself out of the gutter. The guys outside the pub across the road having a smoke and staring at me didn't even come over to check if I was ok. This is the part I really don't get. If I saw anyone that could potentially be injured anywhere I'd do everything I could to stop and offer assistance. It's almost crazy to think of anyone driving past. Luckily I had a mate who lived 800meters away, he came around, rode my bike back to his place (stuck in 5th, mind you), and took me in for the night. In conclusion, have proper gear. I'd hate to think what could have happened had I not been wearing my proper gear. None of it is damaged at all, there's a slight cuff mark on the Draggin's but it's not noticable. Also, don't expect anyone at all to stop and offer assistance. Ever. I'm happy, I walked away slightly bruised and confused, I got very, very lucky. Could have been alot worse.