It's been mildly damp up in sunny Brisbane, so of course, everyone's lost their damn minds. Still, it's been fun to learn that it's a good idea to actually put on the rain gear that was thrown in with the bike to see if it fits. It did, kinda, but only just. It may also be so old that it's not as waterproof around the crotchal area as it once was. I've also learnt that I do have a patience limit with the joy of the 3 consecutive left-lane-ends merges at Toowong, took my chances that the police were too busy elsewhere to book people putt-putt-putting up the outside. There's only so much I-have-lost-the-ability-to-let-people-merge I can deal with in an afternoon. Then, even as I was finished thinking that I'd be leaving more space to the bike in front if the driver of the 4WD and I switched places, slowing down on the downhill to the roundabout coming up, picking a wheel-track and ready for the tight left-hand turn when... Yeah. Front wheel gives way, goes down, slides right, I kick the bike away and slide left, because I know that f**king 4Wd was practically up my tailpipe. Said 4WD is busy mounting the centre island to miss both me and the bike, though, so the driver was awake. He stops, gets out to check on me, I'm up, haul the bike upright, someone else has stopped to check on me. All is well, knee's a bit banged up, legs a bit sore from the bike dropping on it, didn't bang my head, shoulder and elbow's fine. Drivers offer to call someone, check how I'm doing. I say that everything's as okay as can be expected, live just up the road. Bike seems fine, too. Clutch lever assembly seems a bit twisted around the bars, fine. Pannier's seem OK. I thank both drivers and start to move the bike out of the way when some f**king muppet decides that this has been 30-60 seconds of Too Much Delay and honks. Dipshit. Everyone goes about their business, I start the bike and wait for some clear space. The fun knowledge is that I'm about 5 minutes from home, and I've got about 20 minutes of adrenaline boost before everything starts hurting. Time to get home, fill up with anti-inflammatories and such like and have a shower, pressure and ice for the knee with the egg-sized lump on the outside, and a medicinal dram. Had a look this morning as to what the heck I missed on the road... Looks like I may have caught the edge of a sewer cover. It projects just a bit into the left-hand side of the right-hand wheel track. An inch or two farther to the right and I wouldn't have slipped. Gaddammit. Knee's still sore, but okay. And my wet-weather riding privileges have been revoked for now. Boo! How am I expected to get better at coping with the wet? Lesson: Falling over at 20-30k still hurts a bit. Even when being extra careful, something unexpected will bite you. Panniers are good. Engine protectors would be better. Check your gear. Water"proof" boots may let water in, but not out. Crashes aren't the end of the world.