Three hundred metres from my front door on the way home from work and an old guy in a Laser sedan pulls out in front me from a side street. I'd say the sun was right in the old fellers eyes and he didn't see me until the last minute. I must have looked at the car a little too long because when my brain does finally come up with a plan I'm not sure it's the best one. I decide to initiate emergency braking, maybe sacrifice the bike and for starters just aim my body at the open space over the guys bonnet. For some reason I just don't even want to look at the wrong side of the road as an option. Well its all going to plan until I decide that maybe I can steer round the front of the car by inches if I ease off on the front brake, and put some attitude on the bike. Thats when I find out my rear is sliding and I'm wondering if I'm going to make it when I hit the front of the car half a foot short of my target. The bike goes smack and I flip onto the bonnet over the bars. It ends comically cause I'm not hurt and I feel kinda stupid, like maybe I could have ridden that better. In the wrap up, the emergency steering exercises I did at Q-ride didn't really prepare me for a real emergency situation. Thats just my opinion. Well I'm really thankful I'm not injured and I feel really badly for riders who have been injured or killed while riding. Be really careful out there.