Well after almost 8 months of riding I've just dropped my bike for the first time. It happened this afternoon going down Mountain Highway from Sassafras. I've been spending some money and time on the bike a bit over the last few weeks so all morning everything had been running perfect. Better than it'd ever ran before. And because of that I think I had a little more confidence in myself and the machine than usual. As a matter of fact I was actually out to buy a new battery but it was too nice a day to spend on straight roads so I turned towards the hills. Throughout the morning I had gone through Pakenham, Gembrook, Belgrave, Sassafras and was heading towards Boronia. I'd been practicing turning with the lightest touch on the handlebars, leading into a turn with my elbow, and keeping my weight off the seat while going around a corner. All morning I was getting quite comfortable pushing round dry corners and riding pretty close to my ability (which was quite silly yet still fun). Coming down Mountain Highway I was passed by some dude on a bigger bike (didn't notice what it was). As he approached the next corner I saw that he was able to go round much quicker than I. Feeling pretty proud of what I had already achieved, I decided that if he can do it then so can I. I didn't brake as hard as I normally would but as I saw the corner approaching closer but faith in my abilities diminished. I aimed the bike at the apex of the corner, stood it up and got on the brakes hard. In hindsight I could have probably braked even harder than I did. By the time I had reached the left hand edge of the road I was facing an embankment wall about 2 meters away and the flat gravel edge that I was aiming for begining to tilt towards the embankment and getting narrower as it went. Having little other choice at this stage I eased off the brakes as I entered onto the gravel and in doing so the front was getting very squirmy as I adjusted my direction to run parallel to the road. I was probably traveling at about around 15km/h at this stage so pretty slow. Just as I was straightening up the bike, and at the same time trying to get it back onto the road if possible, trying to slow down more, and also thinking "I'm almost out the shit", then the gravel turned into mud. The back end slid to the left and probably hit the wall, then to the right and probably regained traction on the road, then the front wheel slid to the left dumping me off the right hand side. I guess it was almost 5km/h highside . For about 1 meter I was still kind of sitting on the bike although my hand was sliding along the road holding the weight of my upper body. Oops I think to myself. That was a bit silly. Am I alright... I'm not saw. Damn, how is the bike. I stood up the bike and saw the huge grazes all along the right hand side and ran through the checklist. Back Break - Check Foot Pegs - Check Gear Lever - Check Clutch - Check Front Break - Check Mirrors - Check Well I guess that could have been much worse. I tried to push the bike out of the mud but it was stuck. I tried to take it out of gear but my legs were too wobbly to get my leg over. I need help. Ah-ha! another bike coming around the corner. I put my arms up with my palms facing up and try tell him using telepathy "Oops, I fell off. Can I have a hand". He obviously heard cause he stopped and come over to help. He was an older sensible looking bloke and didn't seem all that pleased that a dumb young hoon had just ran off the road and now he needed to stop to help him. But I'm grateful none-the-less. We checked over the bike again to make sure that it's all good and I pull out the bark that got scooped in behind the fairings and wipe the mud off. He gives me a hand to push it out of the drain and back onto the road. I quickly explain to him what happened but before I knew it he says something along the lines of "you look alright now, have a good one". So I'm standing on the side of the road alone again I check over the bike again put it into neutral and check if it will still start. I turn the key but it doesn't want to co-operate. I know that I probably don't have a lot of charge in the battery and if it isn't going to go now I should wait in case petrol got into the wrong place and needs to drain. I needed to move my bike cause I was in a little bit of a dangerous place. I get back on the bike an try to roll start it down the hill. The speed I got there was no chance that was going to happen though. I stop the bike where the shoulder gets a little wider again and get off to roll a cigarette and calm my nerves. What if the bike doesn't start? What if I flatten the battery? I haven't got any jumper leads with me... I know someone who lives near here, maybe their home. Lets just give it some time and see if it'll start. After five minutes I started feeling a little silly watching all the cars go past looking at me standing next to a bike that's obviously just taken a slide through the mud, so I did all that I could. I tried to start it again. After a few goes and feeling worse and worse about it not starting again, I got it running. I climb back on and sedately ride back home, thinking hard about what I did wrong. Thinking so hard that I forgot how to get home in spite riding that road dozens of times. Anyway when I manage to get home, I've cleaned up the bike and it's just like it was apart from a crack in the right fairing and some light scratches along the right side and right front, and heavy scratches on the back of the mirror. I think that a drop was what I needed in some ways. It has highlighted things that I have been overlooking or neglecting. I need to practice emergency braking and make sure that I'm not lulled out of my comfort zone by other riders. It also demonstrated that I've got a lot more to learn from my 250.