Get this, it's a beautiful sat morn and you're gettin ready for a big cruise through the Barossa Hills with Club E when you realise you have no left indicator . So you go to your closest Auto Shop to see if you can replace it in time and still make it to the ride You park your bike and go into the shop and start searching for the specific globe... Not looking good :? so you go ask the dudes at the counter and as this is happening you hear this noise and a big bang from out the front door Immediately your heart starts racing as someone says, "That's YOUR bike he hit!!!" My blood was boiling at this stage as I ran out the front only to watch the bugger leaving the premises. :evil: After screaming something I won't repeat :furious: ... I thanked whatever you may believe in [-o< (god, the heavens, some other entity) that this bike that WASN'T even mine, WAS a dirt bike. Not a scratch on the Kwaka but he did manage to snap my clutch lever clean off leaving me (as an L-plater) stranded!!! I tried to make a report but the number plates we thought we saw (including the video evidence) did not match the type of car we saw :evil: If he had stopped then I wouldn't have made a report... It's just courtesy... I mean he walked straight past me as I was entering the shop. And the people who saw him hit it, said that he stopped as he knew he hit it, but chose to drive off! Lucky I wasn't far from home and Fluffy (Bunny Feet) saved the day! It still made it impossible for us to make the ride Sorry to Mark and Greg and the rest of the crew but that was a bad way to start the day! Hope you all had fun, and made up for the fun we misssed out on \/ See you all at coffee night!