Tried calling the radio station again, the phone said "the feature you are trying to activate is not available on this service". Whatever.

I got ready, and left.

I threw the replacement lens in my bag to put on at some point today.

It was raining this morning, I thought that I would probably be better off getting the train, since it's going to take me about 2 hours to get there otherwise. Nah, I'll be right.

I haven't got enough fuel to get the whole way, but I'll get there on reserve, I can't be bothered getting fuel before I go.

I got round the corner, and near where I had my accident last week.

As I waiting for the lights to change, I noticed the Jesusmobile again, "Jesus is my life", and "Trust in the Lord", along with the fish sticker.

I got on the freeway, headed down, no worries, execpt that I ran out of fuel as I expected, and switched to reserve.

I started heading down the highway.

The road was really greasy this morning, I could see the rainbows of the oil all over the road everywhere.

I got about a third of the way there, in the outside lane, that wasn't too greasy, then I moved into the middle lane as I got towards the service station, so I could then get across to the inside lane easily.

About halfway between getting in the middle lane, and getting to the service station, for no reason, the front wheel just slipped straight out.

I went straight down on the road again, and as Murphy's law would have it, on the opposite side to last time.

I didn't even care. I'm indifferent to this now.

I stood up, picked my bike up, put the stand down, climbed back on it, pulled it up, stand up, started it, and kept going.

The handlebars were crooked again.

I got into the inside lane, and then pulled into the service station.

I parked up, and had a look.

The first thing I noticed was that the tank had hit the road this time, a huge dent in the side, and the decal and the paint are all scratched off. Terrific.

The front wheel guard is more scratched, and the left blinker lens is stuffed now. the footpeg was jammed up, so I kicked that back, the saddle bag is all scarred, and the stupid plastic thing with the rego tag (the expired one) is all smashed, and threatening to fall off.

Luckily I haven't got around to putting the new rego sticker on yet.

I locked the steering, and popped the handlebars back where they belong.

I've hit my other knee on the ground, and torn the other knee of the pants now.

I moved over the the pumps once there was an empty one, and filled up, went in paid, came back, and kept going.

I think there is something seriously wrong with my front tyre.

I got to work at about 9.50am. I might as well have got the train today.

I went up and saw the project manager, he owed me a coffee.

I wasn't going to say anything, but I was so angry, I had to explain, or he would have been wondering what my problem was.

I got my coffee, and got to work.

I was at work until about 7pm.

When I started my bike, I noticed there was something wrong with the headlight, and it was bouncing up and down, very annoyingly.

I stuck some gaffa tape on it, which stopped it from bouncing a bit, until I got on the freeway.

All the way home on the freeway, I was thinking what a complete waste of time this is, and now money, it's going to cost me a bunch to fix this all up.

I got a frozen pizza on the way home.

I got home after 8pm.

Just as I came in the door, the phone that was ringing stopped.

Oh yeah, I was supposed to go up to my mate's place for dinner.

I called him up and said that I wasn't coming up there etc.

I had dinner, and then went down to try to fix the headlight.

I unscrewed it, and found some piece of wire, like a spring, just floating around inside.

I couldn't work out where it was from.

I noticed that a piece of metal that acts as a pivot for the light (and part of the adjustment) was broken off.

I brought the assembly inside, and jammed a bunch of foil in to see if it would hold the light.

I put it back on the bike.

I went to bed about midnight.