The inevitable

The one thing people would say after passing my motorbike test was that falling off was inevitable. Also inevitable is the slight smugness of proving these doomsters wrong. The last day of May brought this prolonged honeymoon over. Going along the Finchley Road to work I hit an Ocado Van. I was legitimately in the bus lane and he was turning left. The appropriate channels will no doubt apportion blame in time. I gained a badly bruised foot (x-ray confirmed no break) and either a cracked rib or badly bruised rib. Just heard that the bike is a write off, which I am surprised about, but apparently the frame was damaged, so that's it... Not sure what the next step is.