My biggy.
Friday 13th Sept 1999. Riding my Bandit (yes I know) back from badminton in the twilight. Pulled into the right filter lane ready to turn right into a side road. Suddenly headlights in my offside mirror, I'm being overtaken! Wallop, get hit at speed from behind, me and bike do somersaults. I land on the ground, bike lands next to me with a jet of oil coming out of the engine casing.
I crawl to the kerb, leg a bleeding mess but otherwise all in one piece. Bike in a terrible state. Traffic all stops and a police car pulls up to check I'm OK and tells me I've been hit by some joyriders being chased by the police.
So there I am sitting on the kerb with everybody fussing around me when I see a fat copper chasing two yoofs back my way. He can only catch one, so I cross the road and stand in the other one's way. I've still got my armoured jacket and gloves on. He tries a karate kick but his chin meets the front of my glove. Down he goes and I kneel on his back until the meat wagon arrives and they throw him in the back.
Result - Bandit written off, bruises and bleeding but compensation, 9 months at Her Majesty's pleasure for the perpetrator
Lessons learned - Sometimes there's just nothing you can do about it. Don't let the bastards get away with it. When your Bandit's written off, buy a Fazer