Its "one of those days" stories when everything seemed to go wrong. Woke up at 5:30am today for an early start and an early finish at work. And a quick blat on Old Pac after work. Anywho finally started up the bike at 6:30pm after having a very quick take away dinner. Bike at optimal temp, wallet and mobile check and check, put on helmet, then gloves.......oh shit wheres the gloves. Silly me I forgot to take the gloves from the table, no worries ill just get it........damn wheres the house keys, oh its with the gloves, double damn. After getting a spare key from my neighbor I finally get both gloves and keys. Once again im running on empty and needed petrol within the next 20km. Theres a mobile 1km away, one km later ive gone past the petrol station, only realizing 200m down the road, triple damn. Finally stopped at Shell Sunnyholt for a fill up. Going through my usual route of Castle Hill, Galston Gorge, Berowra then Old Pac. I noticed straight away that my lines were off, my shifting off, my braking off, body positioning off, I was even having trouble with the indicators (imagine how you rode doing your pre-learners).........seeing that I was half way there Id thought id persevered. The fun twisty bits should snap me out from whatever funk im in. Going through Galston Gorge during the day isnt the easiest, at night with cars heading home on high beam is annoying. Going down with another car trying to rush me was ok and lost him before the bridge. Going up on my own with no cars behind or infront of me was when my mind totally switched off, I thought about how much my glasses keeps sliding and how annoying it was (I normally wear contacts), I thought about my gloves that was slightly too large, I thought about crashing by going way too slow, and thought about running wide on one of those 5km turns..............at that exact moment I started looking at where I thought I was going to crash and you guessed it.............I CRASHED. It was the slowest crash ever, practically walking speed. Picked up the bike, put the stand on, and inspected.....minor scratches and the right indicator broken...no biggie. Took helmet off because my glasses was fogging up. Then put my helmet back on, gloves on and rode off. Drat, 300m up the hill I noticed that I wasnt wearing my glasses, not only that but my helmet wasnt even strapped up. Stopped as soon as it was safe and strapped up my helmet and went back looking for my glasses. The darn thing was at the side of the road, lucky no one ran over it. Went back up the hill again and stopped at BP Asquith...........couple more km's to one of Sydney's best roads. THEN IT STARTED RAINING!!!! My best decision of the night was probably to cut my losses and head back home. Old Road at night, in the rain and the head not in it is dangerous. Ive ridden tired and sleepy but this is totally different, its like riding drunk without being drunk. Its a weird and scary feeling.