On saturday I borrowed Pete's bike to go for a short ride. Everything went well, untill was approaching my driveway, but that's when things started to go downhill. There was a young couple on the footpath about to cross in front of me. They stopped to let me pass (or so I thought) and I kept moving. Then the lady walked out in front of me, I stopped hard and lost my balance. I held the bike up as much as I could and layed it down as gently as possible. The man rushed over, apologising, and helped me pick it up. I rode down the driveway and inspected the damage. All I could see were a few scratches, which could've been old, and a graze on the Oggy Knob (thank Jebus for Oggy Knobs!) I decided not to tell Pete-- he already gives me enough crap about crashing my own bike, and he probably won't even notice the ever-so-minor damage anyway... ](*,) ](*,) ](*,) ](*,) ](*,) STUPID!!! ](*,) ](*,) ](*,) ](*,) ](*,) 7:30am monday.. I hear various expletives through my bedroom window. It turns out there's a little more damage than I had earlier anticipated. -The indicators are scratched -The bar end is scratched -The mirror is bent -The back guard is cracked Understandably, Pete is quite upset with me over this whole fiasco, so he has asked me to post this to tell you all what I've done.. ..please be gentle!..