So heres the story so far, At the start of this year, sick of public transport I suddenly became obsessed with bikes. Over the first semester of university my intrest increased. Fueled by the passion of my friends I feverently started saving for a bike. A few months later we were in the midsemseter break, I went to team moto and recived three days of training plus a few single hour lessons on a bandit250 about 2 and a half weeks later I had my RE license. I enjoyed every second I was on a bike. My search began for a bike gpx's, zzr's , zx2r and finally fzr's. I found myself a beautiful 91 fzr in pretty much pefect condition for its age. I loved the feeling, the freedom, felt a llittle unstable but was having the time of my life. I rode to uni that day and then back home that night, my parents grudginly accepted my descision and it was all good. The next day I made it to uni in record time, didnt pay a cent for parking and it was all looking great. Class finished and i thought i'll pay my mate a visit. I cruised over the story bridge keeping a car and a bits distance between me and the next driver. When suddnley 2 cars merged at the same time into my lane. One about 7 meters ahead of me and one less than half a meter. I reacted quickly and pulled on the front brake. I leant way forward but i was too close, the handle bars twisted and i fell to the right with the bike sliding about a meter. The incosiderate fool infront sped off into the distance. A passer by helped me up, luckliy I was unhurt but for a scrape on the knee. I made it to my mates place after much swearing. I got to my mates place and fixed my mirror observed a few cracks in the fairing requiring plastic welding, a bit of paint and a new crank casing would be all that would be required. I waited a while and then rode back to uni, I went to the nurse who bandaged me up and applied an SSD treatment. On the way home my bike stalled in heavy traffic and refused to start, I'm guessing just some wires out of place. RACQ towed me home. As far as i can see it this days events were just a sign to get out while I could, but my dream of riding around on a bike were all gone. I am paranoid about traffic and people not seeing me. Ive been seriously thinking about what I could have done to avoid yesterdays events, but nothing comes to mind. I am now contemplating fixing the bike and keeping it for some fun on the weekends but the idea of parking where I want and travelling to uni and work are all gone and I feel dissapointed to know that I have failed. So all I ask you lot is, where do I go from here?