Can you please stop hiring Tesco Value hitmen? Second fucking time this week that the BMW has taken it roughly up the arse, predictably ending with both the bike and me on the floor. Fortunately I was stationary again, waiting to pull out of a petrol station when the driver of the car behind me slipped off the clutch. At least he was extremely nice and helpful (helped me pick up the bike and all that) instead of taking off like the muppet on Tuesday. The main casualty seem to be the two numberplate screws that snapped off so I was riding the bike home with the plate in the top box.