Today, out for a blat and still not feeling happy with my riding [1], I came up to a bend and completely underestimated it (90 degree, oddly cambered right hander) - much application of brakes, a millisecond of contemplation on how soft the mud looked and then I managed to turn the bike[2]. This would have been fine, had it not been for the little quad bike and f'ing 125 POS that I'd just overtaken who suddenly reappeared in my mirrors and who had a perfect view. The shame of it, still at least I didn't bin it. [1] not been happy since I came back from holiday - it's all gone to pot - riding like a bloody newbie, again. [2] they may not be great, but the brakes on the GSX-R are still bloody good.
