I'm not too sure myself, tbh. One minute I was trundling gently a long lnae 1 of the A13, next thing I've been hit from the left, and pushed (there was no suggestion of turning away) into lane 2. At which point the front tucked, and I was sliding alongside the Blackbird. Came to halt in lane 3, with the 'bird some 25 yards further up the road. Did a quick check of my extremities, and surroundings, and laid back down. Witness #1 checked me over, then I crawled to the side of the road. I *know* I shouldn't but nothing hurt, and everything moved like it ought to. Witness #2 controlled the traffic. Witness #3 was a StJohn's ambluanceman on his way home, and he fitted a neckbrace, got my jacket off.[1] Ambylance was there v quickly, and was loaded on a trolley and shipped to Newham General. Plod asked the usual questions, 'phoned Linda, and then 'phoned Auntie Carole. Reckoned bike was "not too bad". Hmm. Into A&E, I have my socks and jeans cut off. A trainer has come off in the accident and the tops of the toes on my left foot are very untidy, but serviceable. Jeans are shredded, and I have a bruise and gravel rash by the left knee. Well done M&S. Not so well done Reebok. No other damge except for my right paw, wich now resembles a boxing glove. Am given drugs. Off to X-ray. Some time later Icomplain of feeling warm, then pass out. Cue frantic activity. ECG, drip, blood sugars, allsorts. I wonder what all the fuss is, as I have no recollection of drifting off. Linda's in floods, poor lamb. X-ray reveals a split in the first bone in the index finger where it meets the knuckle. A tad inconvenient for pen-holding and mouse-clicking. Given my notes, asked to make an appointment with the fracture clinic on Monday, and sent home. No drugs. :( Apparently, from what I overheard between Witnesses 1 and 2 and plod, said Focus came tanking across from lane three to lane 1, in front of them, then swerved right to avoid taking to the grass, which is where he met me. And promptly fucked off. I'm gonna stop now, cos my hands hurts. Anyone any idea what happens now, insurance-wise? [1] H-G master V jacket is fucked, but I'm not. Worth every penny, imo.