...and I wasn't even on the bike! Minding my own business tonight, filling up at the petrol station just before making a short trip to see a mate. Just as I'm about to close the cap I notice this car reversing towards me at ever-increasing speed. I'm thinking, 'Gee, must know what he's doing reversing that quick...' About the same time I realise the car is going to hit my bike, I also realise this car has no driver, and have just enough time to think 'fook!' and put my hip against the tank as the car scrapes past the right-hand side of my bike, making some god-awful sounds. The car doesn't stop though, no, it keeps going until it ploughs into the back of another guy's car as he pumps up his tyres, where it finally comes to rest. Oblivious to his possessed car running amok in the station, the owner walks out of the shop with that dumbfounded look: 'Dude, where's my car?' Shortly after which he notices it planted in the rear bumper of a Commodore wagon, and two very upset motor vehicle owners are staring at him. Long story short, looks like he parked, but didn't quite make the PARK position in his auto trans, only getting as far as REVERSE. So, with the engine still running, his crappy old ute decided to cause as much damage as vehicularly possible (poetic license on that word). And now I'm sad, as my bike has it's right peg and brake lever completely sheered off, some decent dints in the exhaust, cracked lower fairing and brake fluid pissing out everywhere. It sucks my first accident wasn't even on the road, or even something I could say: "Damn, I could have tried this to prevent that..." C'est la vie!