I have dropped the bike previously but that was more of a "gently lay the bike down and step away" incident. Yesterday, I stacked it good 'n propa. I had gone for a long country ride by myself, hoping to make a loop back into town as I was told there was a connector road between two country roads leading out of town. I would go out on one, cut across on the connector to the other and come back on that one. Little did I know that the connector had 8kms of gravel road. So I was whizzing down this country road for ages, passing these gravel roads thinking "Nope, can't be that one." When I realised I'd either passed the turn off or there wasn't one, I decided to chuck a U turn at a T junction. I made the half the turn and pulled up at the T junction, about to turn right, back onto the road I'd just come down. I double check I was in first gear, indicating correctly, checked both ways, all good to go.. I pulled out and stupidly looked at the gravel on the other side of the road. I swung wide, realised I was about to hit the gravel, looked exactly where I wanted to go in the hope of saving it, hit the gravel which washed out the back tyre a bit, came back onto the road, regained traction and flipped straight down onto my left side. I don't know if I hit my right side at all but the bike was a bit mangled and my right hand glove has a really good scuff in the leather so I'm guessing I did. All I remember being quite heavily lent over on my right side and then suddenly smashing my left shoulder into the ground. It's funny - when I landed on my left shoulder I thought to myself "Oh, this isn't too bad. It's going to hurt tomorrow but.." then my head hit the ground and I thought "Holy Sh*t.. that hurt!" .. I always thought hitting the ground with your body would hurt more than your head which is protected by the helmet. I guess not. I knew there were cars around and didn't fancy getting run over too so I got up, picked my bike up and tried to inspect the damage. A very nice pregnant woman with a child in the back pulled over and offered me a lift to her parents place as we were out of mobile phone range. When we got to her parents place there were dirt bikes and quad bikes everywhere. Her father and, I assume, her brothers jumped into their ute and went to pick the bike up. They brought it back as I called RACT - who informed me I would have to pay for the tow truck as it was an accident and not a breakdown, therefore I wasn't covered by them. :roll: The women of the family told me all about when they'd each fallen off and not to worry while the guys got the bike off the ute. The tow truck arrived and the guys got the bike on without any trouble and actually compressed the forks (my friend broke his chain three days ago and the RACT guy didn't compress the forks - bit worrying for me driving behind but that's another story).. The tow truck driver informed me that he rides a harley and that I hadn't lost any "bark" so it was all good. I told him that I'd be considering given it all up a couple of days ago but after my accident I was going to stick with it, if only out of sheer stubbornness and a extreme dislike of being beaten. He looked across at me almost proudly and said I should join some of the annual collective bike runs. My friends picked me up from the tow yard and took me straight to the hospital where I was seen to by a very lovely nurse who reminded me of my boss, which was a little off putting. When I finally got to see the dr. about 4 hours later he informed me that he used to ride and would like to get back into it but just couldn't find the time. He sent me home with some painkillers and a get-off-work certificate for Monday. :wink: I was really brave and didn't cry. Although, I came really close when one of the little dogs of the family who rescued me came and sat on my lap and rested his head on my hand out of what only could be described as sympathy. So the damage to my bike (that I know of - it was getting dark) is a broken mirror, cracked fairings, broke clutch, broken gear lever. There's undoubtedly more but we'll have to wait and see. The damage to me and my gear is a torn jacket at the shoulder, scuffed gloves, ruined helmet (obviously), sore neck, sore head, strained muscles in my stomach, shoulders and back and a sore wrist. My boots and Hornee jeans don't have a mark on them. The insurance have just told me that I'll owe them about $1600.. and they'll sort it out tomorrow as I only had a cover note on the bike and they need a manager to sign off on it. So.. in summary, I had my first stack and everyone I met rides/has ridden, basically gave me a figurative slap on the back and said "welcome to the club, mate".. I'm sore but ok. My bike is broken but hopefully not unrepairable and I shall ride again.