Well went down again this morning. Thats twice in 5 weeks and twice in the last 12 years. Riding along Alison Road at 6:30 am this morning, there is a slight drizzle, the lights change when I am about 150 meters away. I apply gentle front and rear. The road is uneven due to wheel track indents, so there is water sitting in the wheel tracks and oil in the middle. I am sitting just out of the water in the wheel tracks and not in the oil, about 100 metres from the lights. Without changing the consistent brake pressure the front locks. I release but too late it just went down that quickly. I am in the right lane, left side, sliding down the road, looking behind me to make sure I am not about to get run over. Reelieved that I had split at the previuos set of lights to give myself a buffer I turn around to see the bike still sliding over into the middle lane. There is a cab stopped in the middle lane at the lights. Bang! the bike slides straight under the back of the cab. I get up and walk over to the cab picking up the front bake, right side mirror, tank bag and the end cap from the right clip on. The cabbie is out of the car looking at this bike wedged under the back and says, in a very rude and impatient manner "Can you pull this out I have a fare in the car." I say "I don't give a f#$% whos in the car!". The cabbie has put his hazards on and early morning traffic is streaming either side. A do a quick checkover to make sure I still have all limbs. This has taken about 1 minute. The cabbie is getting really impatient now and I want to get off the road before I get squashed between a the cab and a cager who is not yet awake. So I put my newly departed bike bits into the take bag, stand the bike, wait for a break in the traffic and push it over to the footpath. Proceed to do a thorough check over: - slight grazing on right thigh and right knee from the kevlar in the draggins - slight tear in right had glove from the slide. - very sore left thumb?? This has taken probably another 1 min tops. That cabbies is seriously pissed off now and comes storming over to the footpath. He then tells me to hurry and give him my business card. I, polite as pie say "Sorry I don't have one on me now." So I pull out a notebook from my tank bag and ask him if he has a pen. The cabbie goes over grabs a pen and signals to me to come to the boot of the cab to right down my details. keep in mind that his cab is still sitting in the middle lane of a three lane road, its wet and still quite dark there is traffic screaming past either side. There was no way i was going to do that so he storms over to me (and nearly got run over). So, I give him my name address and phone number he doesn't asked to see my licence or anything.( I gave him the correct details). He then spins his wheels and drives off. Anyway thats my great morning. BTW, saw the doctor about my left thumb she says its not a sprain its been squashed. I can only think It must have been the left clipon squashing it into the tank as they were pretty bent.