was riding home from Hermosa Beach this last Saturday 22 July 2006 to meet up with Sinecure of GT, and as I was taking a left turn through the green light to get to the freeway 110N, the car in front of me suddenly jammed on the brakes and I braked and skidded off to hit the curb. The long version: The light was green as was the light before it so everybody; cagers and myself, are already at around 30-35 MPH, I was about maybe 15-ft back from the cage in front of me with another SUV on my ***. So we all went into the left turn and suddenly the cage in front of me hit the brakes hard. I couldn't go left because there is already a car on the other lane. I couldn't brake too hard because there was the aforementioned truck in the rear of me. And at this point I was already leaned over at the apex of the turn. I tried to stand the bike up and braked and hope to go to the right of the car. However, the rippled pavement (very bad uneven surface, I felt like I was on a washboard) caused me to run wide (I think that I was doing a 2-wheels drift) instead of standing the bike up and next thing I know I hit the curb and flew over the handlebar. Did a face plant (thank you, Arai Quantum II!!!) and slid for about 10-ft. Stood up, checked myself real quick and then turned off the ignition to the bike. Snapped the triple tree right off the neck plus other damages. The broad jumped out and said she was sorry she thought there was an animal that ran in front of her car. I was pissed off and called her names and she took off. A guy in a car behind the truck that was behind me came up and helped me hauled the bike off the road and onto the sidewalk. He said he saw my wheels slid out. The tally is one totalled Tuono, one trashed helmet and slightly scuffed BMW Airflow II jacket, scuffed First Gear mesh gloves, and slightly scuffed First Gear MeshTex overpants. My boots didn't look like they received any damage at all. And of course the resultant sore muscles, etc. I already called the insurance company and got things rolling. I guess when Mr. Murphy pays you a visit, he brought the whole enchilada. I'm just glad that the speed was low and once again, the gears came to the rescue. I'm pissed because I thought that as careful as I ride on the street, a cager wouldn't be able to tag me, but in this case it was bad luck all around. When I lowsided the Rockster in the canyon a few months back I was upset at myself for pushing too hard, but in this case, I don't know who to be pissed at - the stupid cager, the stupid road or me for going to the beach instead of riding the canyon. One thing for sure, the gears worked for me. I won't lecture to adults on how to handle their businesses, but the gears worked for me.