Took the my bike over to Hammersmith to get it “looked at”, riding home and she’s purring like a kitten.
Get to the junction of Prince od Wales Street, lights change to red, I can see just over junction there’s a bike down. In my eagerness to help I almost jumped the lights, anyway by the time I get over there he’s managed to pick it up and park it up at the side of the road.
T’was a young guy on a CB250, not the sharpest knife in the draw. Apparently the woman in the Polo in front of him had either not pulled away as quickly as he had expected or braked sharply but his foot slipped off his back brake. This sudden lack of additional braking power caused him to hit the Polo at slow speed and drop the bike.
Of course there was no damage to the car and the lucky sod got away with a slightly dented front mud guard, scratch to his exhaust and a slightly bent foot peg. Got both drivers to exchange details; name, phone and reg number.
The thing was he was more shaken than anything. I asked him how far he had to ride and said he lived in Muswell Hill, same area as me so I offered to ride him home. To be honest I had a full tank of petrol and would’ve ridden anywhere within the M25 
Anyway after he called his folks to explain what had happened and making sure he was happy to ride we set off. The drop had dumped the carbs so took a while to kick in. It was just after setting off that I realised how shaken he was, I don’t imagine he was a particularly quick rider at the best of times, but he was riding sssssssssssllllllllllloooooooooowwwwwwwww…
I escorted him all the way home and had a brief word with his folks before blasting off round the 406 to the Ace, after a painfully slow ride home I just needed to “let my hair down” 
Jolyon
