Isn't it fun? Not really. So, what have I learnt? Don't ride when you're tired. Turning left at some lights, alls clear, around we go. Just after I start the corner, a car appears in the corner of my vision, approaching from my right. No chance of him hitting me, but for whatever reason, my RTA instilled "brake when ANYTHING HAPPENS" car instincts kick in, and before I knew what I was doing I was sideways. Thats it. I grabbed a fistful of front brake. Presence of L plate = justified. So the bike has a bent gear selector, a cracked left upper, scuffed cowling, and broken mirror. I've got a skinned knee, and that's it. So to be quite honest, I got out of this quite lightly. Here's to not doing that again.