This weekend just gone I've travelled at least 1000kms solo through the Gold Coast hinterland and northern NSW on my 2003 gsxr 600. I love my bike, I've only had it a few months and I've returned to riding at 41 with a gusto bordering on obsession. Actually, it's just obsession plain and simple. I've got my suspension dialed in to a point that actually gives me a boner just thinking about the way it handles and my new metzeler m7's are giving me no troubles laying the bike over through the corners.....brakes are great. Everything is just Tippity top thank you very much. The problem is me. On Saturday I was giving my gixxer a nudge through Woodenbong at a good little clip only to be held up by a cage through a few turns who nicely pulled aside to let me pass......in the meantime a pair of bigger louder sportsbikes filled my rear view mirror. Off we went with me in the lead.....i was feeling a little crowded with these two up my clacker while I'm giving my version of a red hot go so as we approached a widening if the road at the border gate I've pulled aside and waved them through. Waves back. I assume smiles all round and I pull in behind following and realize they're at about my pace after all so off we all go with myself admiring the rider in front cutting smooth lines on his zx14 ( my dream bike btw ) I'm feeling great. I decide as I'm reminding my speed after a few years break I'm going to ape his line cos I've only once ridden this road before and he's obviously expert. He runs wide. I run wider. I've found the gravel on the shoulder and now I'm stopped 10 feet past the start of the guardrail on the wrong side of it. Upright. Embarrassed with myself mostly I turn the bike off, take off my gear and pause to drink some water and reflect upon my mistake (s) Meanwhile now my bike is turned off I realize it sounds like a bloody racetrack all around me with blokes going like cut cats back and forth through this corner.....I'm cool. I'm just drinking water right? No, I just came the closest I've ever came to having a proper off because I was out riding my ability and also trusting another rider's judgement who I have not even met and have no idea if they know what they're doing or not just because he looked fast for a couple minutes. Second dumb moment was today I got baited by a dude on a Harley with his Mrs on the back. Waiting at the red light to go down the goat track he waved for me to lead ( I assumed because he was in cruise mode ) Off we go at a more than moderate pace and he was glued to my butt. This guy could ride I'll give him that but he was obviously more of a mind to show the dick head on the jap crap who was boss. I should have known better......Harley riders won't nod back ( mods please do not ban me for the n word ) neither do they warn of bacon round the next bend so next time I'm waved past.....yeah no thanks. Lessons learnt.