First ride in actual traffic today. And almost my first fall. Went out to the industrial estate again with my brother in law. Did laps around the carparks and went up and down the street, practicing turns and engine braking and indicating. My shifting is still a little rough but I didn't stall it today. So it's all going smoothly. We head home. Only this time, I'm on the bike alone, brother in law is following behind. I get to the first intersection. No traffic, nothing is in any way more complex than what I'd just been rehearsing. Still not clear on what happened - I think I took off too fast, panicked, grabbed the clutch, failed to release the throttle. So I end up on the other side of the road with the bike rolling to a stop but screaming like a banshee, me on top legs flailing. I get my act together and stop, get it into neutral, few deep breaths, thumbs up to the brother in law, back on the road. Rest of the journey is fine, even with the addition of other cars. So I remain meat side up, rubber side down, but a little bit embarrassed.