I was on the run from Canterbury in Kent to deliver a package to London, a run I had done may times before, as usual I was full steam ahead (most bickers can only ride at speed). I flew up the A2 towards Faversham and the Brenley Corner round about, to swing a left and shoot down the slip road to join the M2.

I hit the roundabout at about 60 miles per hour, as always, checking the traffic from the right all the way up to the junction. I then twisted the throttle and made a bee line for the M2 slip. It was at this point I saw my guardian angel for the first time. I did not know it at the time. When I saw him standing at the side of the road, I thought he was someone in fancy dress, very good fancy dress. All I could think was “silly bugger” as I hit the top of the slip road. That was when I saw the green Land Rover occupied by an old couple. As I scooted around them, knee down on the floor in full race mode, I saw his fuel cap was missing. Fuel was spraying the road in front of me.

I always find it amazing at time like this that the world around you slows down. I know that Is not really the case, I know that because of adrenaline that the mind and body function faster. I had time to way up the option in front of me, limited as they were. I could not break, due to speed and direction, I could not steer anywhere for the same reason and the fact I had no where to go. So I knew one of two things would happen. 1: the bike would slid away from me and I would go down the road. 2: the front would slide and the back would not. This could cause a high side as shown by the unlucky fellow in the picture. Well as it happens I got the second with add-on's. The front dipped the back did not, I was thrown up and over the Bike. I hit the crash barrier at 70 miles an hour and was thrown back into the road. Whilst skimming the road surface on my back, passing the Land Rover of doom, I sat up and could not help but notice that I could hear a crashing motorcycle but could not see it. It was at this point it caught up with me square in the back, slamming my head to the tarmac between my legs, as it travelled down the road bouncing on each end alternately.

I was left with a back pain and a graze on my right arm.