I know I don't count in this, but I was at a practice track in Mildenhall (great planes!). Basically, someone overtook me (not unusual), the red mist came down so I grabbed a handful. The front lifted, I jumped off one bump, then the rear wheel slammed into another bump which sent the front crashing sraight into another bump (whoops for those in the know). The result was; .. Me flying over the handlebars, but strange thing was, the bike was still hanging on to my boots. .. I tucked my head in and landed on my right shoulder, at the same time kicking the bike away. .. I then crashed through the ropes, taking out two wooden steaks. .. When the marshall came over he found a fat lump on the floor, strange thing was, I couldn't stop laughing. .. I then bashed the levers back to their original position, started her up and finished the lap. The next time I went out I crashed four times, but nothing major. My shoulder is fucking killing me today!