....or in other words, fuck fuck fuck fuck, fuckity fucking FUCK!!! My shiny, nearly new SAAB 95 isn't so shiny now. I was coming back from the supermarket, waiting at traffic lights to turn right. The lights changed to green, the visible traffic on the road I'm turning into had stopped - so I pull out to turn right when I become aware of a car heading toward me at a considerable rate of knots. Wham, right into my offside rear. The panels are fucked and as the wheel took much of the impact the suspension on that side is fucked too. The blind bint in the other car swears the lights were green for her. The bad news for her is that the bloke who was behind me in the queue stopped and gave me his contact details. He is willing to confirm that the light was green for me and that she must have gone through a red. However, I have no great confidence that my insco will do the right thing so even with my witness it could end up as knock-for-knock. The possibility of being out of pocket is bad enough but then there's all the hassle that goes with the aftermath of a collision. Still, at least I'm a all-year, all-weather motorcyclist so I will be OK for commuting to work etc.