Well given the way the quality of Melbourne's drivers has been going for a while now I suppose this was only a matter of time; though I'd always rather hoped that if it did happen, it would happen to me whilst I was in the car rather than on the bike. I was riding home from some errands this morning and was t-boned by a car turning into a side-street. There was a fair bit of traffic on the road, so I can only assume he was trying to hurriedly turn off the main road and simply didn't see me. By the time I saw him starting his turn it was already too late to emergency brake, and travelling at 40-odd km/h I was going too quick to be able to turn into the sidestreet to avoid the collision. So I did what I could, I counter-steered as close to the edge of the curb as I dared and tried to accelerate past. Whatever gods/fairies/powers there are in the world must have been smiling at me this morning because somehow I accelerated just enough that the car hit me square in the middle of the bike, right on my right-hand footpeg. I felt my foot get pressed between the bike's frame and the car's front bumper… and then I was past. As I pulled over I couldn't quite believe it, the car had hit me square on the side but the bike was still upright, and I was still in one piece. I breathed a sigh of relief then hopped off to survey the damage - remarkably I could hardly see any. My righthand footpeg was gone, snapped clean off, and my right passenger peg was scraped up along its underside, but other than that all I had to show for the encounter was the car's paintwork liberally spread along the outside half of my shoe. The car got out of it pretty well to, the licence plate took the full impact, so although the plate was looking a bit worse for wear, the rest of the car was okay. I got the bloke's details and rode home rather shaken using my righthand pillion peg for right leg. I'm still not quite sure what to think about the whole affair, other than how ridiculously lucky I got. Had I hit the brakes, the car would have hit my front tyre and I would have gone done; had I accelerated a little further the car would have hit my rear end and I would have gone down. Instead here I am, with a severed footpeg and a brown shoes somewhat repainted. I'm not sure what the lesson is here, but ride safe everyone.