Some say I wouldnt have as I don't have a bike anymore; pretty sure our beautiful cb400 is going to end up being a write off. But I reckon I came a few inches from breaking my back and just walking away with a couple of fractured bones, nerve and soft tissue damage and a very bruised ego is no doubt a miracle. A group of very kind fellas ended up giving me a pillion ride back down to marysville after my stack and just wanted pass on a very big thanks to those people who gave me a hand > Being on my own at that point in time and having random people come to your assistance certainly left me with a warm fuzzy feeling. I hope i can eventually convince the boss to allow me to get back on two wheels again. I am going to miss it pretty badly otherwise.