Today was the first sunny day after heaps of rain and the world seemed like a bright and cheery place - I had the morning off Uni and had lined up a few riding buddies to take a leisurely stroll through the Gold Coast hinterland and although I was running slightly behind schedule I was feeling good. No. I was feeling great! Pulled the leathers on, wandered out to the garage to switch the bike on and let it warm up. Geared up, jumped on and reversed out. I had to roll back a couple of metres to clear the cars parked outside and give myself enough room to turn. The bike felt a touch strange as I braked - I should have checked it out but I didn't. I was off in lala land gleefully plotting the roads I'd take to get to the meet point. I gave it a couple of rev's. Sounded fine. Popped it into first and took off down the driveway. I got about three feet when all of a sudden the front tyre locked up and it went straight over onto its right hand side. Happened in the space of a few seconds and was completely unexpected. Hit the kill switch, jumped up and roared in extreme displeasure so that all in the household could feel my distress. Damage that I could see - Smashed indicator, near new fairing badly scratched and cracked, bent handlebar, smashed mirror, hugely bruised ego. My nephews had been playing in the garage before I'd left and in my haste to leave I hadn't noticed that one of them had looped an old pair of scrappy PJ pants being used as a rag through the spokes of my front tyre. It got wedged inside one of the brake callipers and over I went. I'm pretty rage about it since I love my bike, leathers are great – I didn’t feel a thing - and the nephews are momentarily struck of the Christmas present list. Ha. Anyhoo moral of the story? Always check ya bike over completely before you take off.