Right after I sold my motorcycle to my friend in Va Beach, I was riding it home from work that day because when it was mine, I would let him ride it, and now that it was his, and my wife needed the car, I was riding it to work. This was the very next day after he gave me the money. I was coming out of a stoplight that I normally would have ran through when turning yellow....but THAT DAY, I stopped and waited for it, because it wasn't my bike anymore, and I didn't want to crash it. It had rained a little earlier that day, but the roads were pretty much dry. Or so I thought. They still must have been wet because when I took off, I leaned into the left hand turn, and started on the throttle. The ass end started sliding out, and when it did, it was so hard and fast, that it pulled my throttle hand down. I managed to actually keep it up for the first bout, but I don't know if I brought the front wheel up, or what, but there was some turbluence followed by a sudden impact on the pavement that did a number on my knee. I ended up crashing the bike on the right hand side while going into a left hand turn. Hmmmm. I think I lifted the front wheel and landed it crooked and thus caused the crash. It must have looked worse than it was, because about ten people stopped to see if I was okay. I was so pissed, that my only reply was that "my ego had a compund fracture." Ouch.