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      19 September - The trees are going 
		brown 
		 Just got back from a 
		jolly jaunt around the Elan Valley, as organised by DarylB. Very nice 
		too. I saw this as the last rideout of the year for me. The September 
		weather in Shropshire has been pretty good so far, nearly an Indian 
		summer. So this seemed like a good opportunity to enjoy what's last of 
		the good conditions. 
		Confession time now.  
		I had a bit of an RTA last week.  RTA is probably a massive 
		overstatement, but I'll expand.  As you are probably aware there 
		are some drivers who know the difference between 'give way' and 'stop' 
		and those that don't.  I can usually spot these by their driving 
		style and if not then I make sure I'm not in a position to find out the 
		hard way.  I was on the way to work and travelling down the lane 
		that leads out of the village where I live. At the bottom is a T 
		junction onto a dual carriageway. You can only turn left. It's a give 
		way junction.  I was third in the queue. First car pulls away as 
		the main road is empty, second car moves forward as do I. Second car 
		looks like it's going to pull out as the road is still empty. I start to 
		look right to check that I'm also clear (this is at walking speed), it 
		is so I roll on the throttle and turn my head back only to find the car 
		in front has stopped dead. I managed to swerve clipping the car with my 
		indicator and boot. 
		I didn't get a chance to 
		brake, and I didn't need to as there was still no cars on the main road, 
		just as well as I was now stopped in the middle of it.  So I pulls 
		over by the curb next to some safety railings and park the bike on it's 
		stand.  I start to remove gloves and walk back to the car driver 
		when there's a crunch behind me. Yep the bike has fell of it's stand 
		onto the railings.  Smashed the fairing, grazed the screen, snapped 
		the wing mirror and put a small dent in the tank. I wasn't sure whether 
		I should laugh or cry. So what was the initial damage caused to the 
		bike, nothing that I can see, just a bruised little finger and some 
		silver paint on my boots.  
		So I calmly ask the car 
		driver why she stopped but I don't recall getting a sensible answer. 
		I've no idea why the stand collapsed. It was parked on the level. I 
		guess it's just one of those things you have to put down to fate and 
		experience. As my father told me 30 odd years ago when I jumped on my 
		first bike, 'treat every driver as a complete idiot'. It's still good 
		advice, always expect the unexpected.   
		  
		John 
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