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After my accident on the CB750 (not my fault) I went to collect the bike from repairs and I sort of hesitated but there was this whole workshop of guys watching me.
I couldn't lose face so I gritted my teeth snicked first and rode off
Within a mile it was as natural as using a knife and fork and I carried on riding like before.
Now the proviso was "someone else's fault." it was in the past
If I had made a bad error of judgement then the cause of the accident would be in my head, I would be riding with someone known to have screwed up and that would make me nervous of myself.
Rain makes me nervous though, always has, I think it was growing up with 1960's Japanese tyres, you can never quite overlearn that, those twitches burn deep.
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