I had just picked up a batch of stickers on the scooter, parked it up and got the keys for the Hornet so i could take it to Reading and get the tyre sorted.
Got about a mile away from my house, onto a roundabout preparing to go straight on. Entered the roundabout, went over and signalled left to leave it, on my left was a Renault Scenic, I saw her indicator come on to go right, across my path I thought don't you fucking dare but she kept coming. I was anchored on as she clattered my bike with the front right wing, I was locked fornt and back and sliding down the right hand side of her car towards the rear when my front tyre touched her rear right tyre and I was down.
Pissed off 'cos I've just ruined my 1 day old pair of Belstaff gloves and new jacket. I was wearing jeans and my legs are cool just grazed. Oxtars are cool and my feet are good. Think I might have popped my collar bone out as it's sore as fuck. Just pushed the bike home, sat in the drive looking sad.
Dizzy bitch.