My mate and I have just returned from a 10,000km half lap of Oz. i have a K1600GT, known locally as Enterprise. My mate, Lou, has a little K1300R We had a small mishap while playing Tourist at Jenolan caves in NSW. We did the tourist thing and did the first tour in the morning. After leaving the tour, we had about a half hour window to head the up twisty alternative route to the ridiculously steep way we came in, before the road was closed to allow the Sydney coaches to descend the road. Riding out of Jenolan, the road passes through a large cave that forms a one lane tunnel, before about a 200 meter straight to a blind 90 degree first corner. This was were I met "Samurai Sam". Obviously running late with a bus load of tourists for the start of the 11:30 tour. Samurai Sam cut the last corner of his descent at speed. The problem being that I had taken the inside line and was about two bike lengths from the vertical rock corner. Given two possible escape routes of his drivers door or attempting to ride sideways up a cliff face, I chose a third option and tried to swerve further to the left and stop. In hindsight I probably should have asked Eddie to phone a friend. Enterprise was less than a meter from the cliff wall. I attempted to put my left foot down and stop it from hitting the wall. That's when I discovered the 600mm wide, and about as equally deep drain along the side of the road where I want to stop. Things kind of happened quickly then. Somehow I flung my self over the seat and in true biker fashion inserted myself in mother like nurturing instinct between the danger of the rock wall and the delicate petal like nature of Enterprises outer hull. Lou reckons I hit the rock wall square and pretty hard with my back. I just know I wound up with my foot on the edge of the bitumen, my arse wedged into the rock, Enterprises, now listing at close to 90 degrees horizontal, hanging in mid air, its frame slowly displacing my knee cap in the direction of my shin. I could feel my knee slowly hyper flexing backwards. Given another 20 or 30 seconds, I'm sure my knee would have popped and my leg bent backwards, breaking it. Samurai Sam slowed to an almost stop. Looked at me, then drove off! Luckily Lou and two tourists nearby dived in and hauled the big girl off me. I was completely pinned to the rock face under the +350kg bulk of the K1600GT. Once out and up right, I gave the big girl a once over. The left mirror had been broken away from the internal alloy fairing frame. The new touring screen is covered in gouges, other than a couple of small scratches, both of us got off lightly. I sent Lou on his way up the hill before they closed it and went to masterfully install new breathing holes into a small Japanese man back in Jenolan. His was the only Hiace commuter bus in the car park. I parked Enterprise across the front of it and went searching without luck. Luckily for me, as the bus had very little sign writing, in his hurry to sod off, he left a clip board with his tour details on the dash board. I had a chat with a lovely Asian receptionist who told me her boss would ring me shortly. The arrogant little twat rang me five minutes later. He had spoken with Samurai Sam and got his version, (so the miserable prick hadn't gone under ground with his tour, just into hiding) As far as his boss was concerned, both vehicles hadn't collided, so no accident. If I didn't like it call the Police. I didn't like it, so I took his suggestion and spoke with a lovely member of the local constabulary. About 2 1/2 hours later as I was about to bid the very nice LEO good bye, Samurai Sam came wondering down the hill. By this stage my bike and the Policeman hidden from view by a large tourist coach. "Ah! You the motorbike guy, you the guy who called my boss". (Well done d*** head, 20 seconds in and you've admitted to being not only being there, but being the right person as well) "Yeah mate, I spoke to your boss. Then I had a conversation with this gentleman. " He hadn't seen the LEO behind the bus. The look on his face when he did see the Policeman was priceless. The look on the coppers face when instead of producing a license when requested, but a business card telling him to "ring this number" was better still. I left the two of them in conversation As a follow up, now being home two weeks later, I rang the Police station. The guy I wanted wasn't there, but the lady u spoke to asked, " Are you the guy on the Hayabusa they took out in an ambulance?" From what I can gather, same place, similar circumstances, next day. How bloody luck am I?