Hey everyone! So I'm an L plater, been ridding for a bit over two months now and have already had a little accident. It's unfortunate that my first post on Netrider is in the Near Miss forum instead of the Welcome Lounge forum. My story begins a few weeks ago when me and a workmate (lets call him "bob") had to travel from Sydney down to Wollongong to conduct a site survey. Being a bit of a revhead, Bob decided we were going to take the scenic route and fly through Royal National Park like a couple of lunatics. Bob put the pedal to the metal making the car engine roar as we went through the forest. My head jerked back with the force of acceleration, then forward as we slowed suddenly to enter a corner. Side to side i went as the car skidded around the corners of the Royal National Park. We over took cars and the tires slipped on wet sections of the road as we passed trough the forest. Blood and adrenaline coursed through my body, my palms quickly became damp with sweat. After what felt like an eternity we finally took one last turn and exited the forest right near the sea. It was almost surreal to see the scenery change so suddenly from a lush green forest to the wide blue ocean. The view was breathtaking! I've been to Wollongong many times before but this was the first time i had gone through the Royal national Park. Needless to say i was glad our flight was over. Don't get me wrong, i love a good adrenaline rush but only under controlled conditions. I've done bungee jumping, skydiving, white water rafting etc. but these events were either with trained professionals or on purpose built devices, not a moss covered, slippery scenic road with a rally driver wannabe. What Bob referred to as rally driving...I called the death rally. So what's this got to do with motorcycles you ask? Well...guess what i decided to do the following weekend? Before you get too excited know that i was not planning on ridding around like some kind of hooligan, I was just going to take a nice easy ride and enjoy the scenery. Anyway, i made my way down to the Royal National Park and passed through the forest once. Not knowing the road well i took the corners nice and slowly. Feeling confident i decided to go through the forest again. This time i went a bit faster around the corners. Easy peasy, no problems. It seemed like most of the recommended speed limits around the corners where way below that that which could safely be used to navigate the bends (nothing new there). Third times the charm. Off i went again, only this time i hit a bit of traffic. There were a few cars stuck behind some old lady that was travelling about 10km below the limit. After tagging along for a while i started to become frustrated. After all I came down here for a ride, not to tag along behind the granny patrol. I became impatient and decided i would overtake the cars on the next straight stretch. A few minutes later the road straightened out and off i went, zooming in front of the cars. But my freedom was short lived. A few corners up the road i made a rookie mistake (well i am a L plater!) and didn't lean into one of the corners enough. Time slowed down once i realised what was happening. I lent in more and gently applied the front and rear brakes careful not to flip or skid the bike. But it wasn't enough, i could see i wasn't going to make it. As the bike got closer and closer to the mud along the side of the road i knew it was not going to end well. As soon as the front wheel hit the mud the bike slid over. The bike flew out from between my legs and slid along the road then through the mud, rocks and sticks. I followed a short distance behind until we both came to a stop. I got up, quickly checked myself and looked around to see if anyone had witnessed my fall. A minute or two later the old lady i had previously overtaken came cruising down the road. Feeling extremely embarrassed i waved her on and tried to shown her i was ok. She wasn't having any of it and decided to pull over near me. The lady got out, insisted i took my gloves and gear off so that she could check me for injuries. Apart from a few grazes and a bruised ego i was ok. :nopity: One passing rider saw me and the lady on the side of the road and decided he might be of assistance. He slowed down so that he was almost at walking pace before entering the muddy corner. Don't ask me what happened, but the rider somehow managed to loose his balance (or perhaps his footing) when he came to a stop. He struggled to pull the bike into it's upright position but it was too late, the bike was already leaning too far to the side and he couldn't get it back up. Down went the bike. "Well that was f^&@ing embarrassing" he blurted out. ](*,) Once i managed to convince the old lady i was fine, the guy on the bike helped me lift mine back up right and i helped him with his. After a quick rest i left the scene of the crime and headed back home to inspect the damage. Bike: Exhaust scratched, lower right fairing scratched and cracked, right mirror and blinker broken off, muddy. Gear: Leather jacket right arm scratched, leather pants Right knee and shin a bit scratched, right palm of glove scratched, riding boots fine, helmet no damage. Already fixed most of the damage.