A30 in Staines, on a roundabout. Somehow a moron tried to merge into my lane and clipped the back of my bike. Stayed upright and all he managed to do was smash half the number plate off, but I managed to put a decent ding in his passenger door with my shiny new Daytonas (No holes!). Cunt drove off without checking to see if he'd killed me. Had a bunch of Jesus fish on the back as well.
Got stopped by a plod once, but he was pretty understanding. There is an upside though, no plate meant I could blast along the south circular at 50...
