re-read my post. I was involved in a hit and run on my bike, a head on I was doing 30mph plus on the flat and an old bitch in a pristine studabaker did not give me the right away and tired to make me part of her windshield and hood. as I was laying on the ground with my bike helmet split in half, I yelled at her as she pulled up next to me "what the hell was that all about, and to pull over out of the driveway to the shopping mall". She calmly said.......what's the matter didn't you see me ? I hobbled over to my bike and in a flash she was gone into the parking lot around the corner of the mall with 4 eye-wintesses yelling at me to get her license number. yeah here I am barely able to stand with the world spinning. that may well have been the closest bike call I have had, slid some 25 feet on my ass, ripped my long tights to shreds, busted helmet, bent front forks and geeked paint job and did the split eagle into a telephone poll. I was on my back for 10 days healing up wishing just for a few seconds time with that woman and her vehicle, just wanting to teach her a little driver discipline and learning to eye the road. the old bag is probably dead by now. Yep back problems SUCK !