Well some of you will know I offed back in the middle of March this year. Bad call aborting an overtake only to have a sea of red brake lights in front of me when I looked back from my over-shoulder check. My husband had just flown up to the States the day before and I had to phone him from the side of the motorway saying "well, you might like to sit down; I'm ok and the bike is still ridable..." (well, it was in a sense). Little did I know at the time I'd broken ...