Given the miles that we've all travelled, I guess we've all had our fair share of close shaves and lucky escapes. What's your luckiest escape? Mine happened in 1979. I was riding from Canberra to Sydney for an important meeting and detoured via Wollongong so I could go and visit my mum. I knew the road well and was hunting along just before the top of Macquarie Pass when I came around an 80km/h corner to find a huge pothole right in the midde of the corner, rght on line. I hit it square on and the bike jumped up at the front and then the back and flipped over. I remember thinking "This is going to hurt." When I opened my eyes, I was lying flat out on the top of the bike which was skidding across the road and heading for the bush on the right hand side of the road (l.h corner) Ray Quincey had just been incapacitated in a crash in Belgium and I remember thinking that I'd be OK as long as I didn't hit one of the roadside posts like he had done. No part of me was actually touching the road and I remember looking down at the right hand side of the headlight as the indicator was being ground away on the bitumen. I guess I was lying with my head near the indicators somewhere. The bike finally skidded to a stop in the mud just off the side of the road and I got up. I had not hit the road with my body at all; there wasn't a mark on me anywhere. I picked the bike up (after I stopped shaking), straightened up the brake levers, pulled the rest of the broken perspex off the fairing and continued on my wobbly way. A friend in Wollongong did the necessary repairs to get me going and I attended the meeting and rode back home to Canberra. As I was passing the spot on the way back up the Pass I encountered 2 guys who were loading a very battered-looking Ducati Darmah onto the back of a ute. The rider had hit the same pothole I had hit and he and his pillion passenger were both in a serious condition in Mittagong Hospital. In the morning when I woke up I had a bruise about the size of a 50 cent coin on the inside of my left thigh, the only evidence on me that I had had an "off" at all.