My closest call was completely my fault. I was riding over Clee Hill in Shropshire, admiring the view & I missed the sudden stop of the cars in front (due to a dick head stamping on their brakes to make a junction they had missed, I was told this afterwards ), looking up I was convinced I was gonna have OVLOV printed on my head, hit the brakes, locked the front end which tucked, I stuck my right foot down & somehow kept it up and my left thigh slid down the side of the Volvo in front. I pulled over for a breather & the Volvo driver got out. I hobbled across to her ( my left thigh where I hit the car & my right knee where I put my foot down were killing ), turns out she was a district Nurse & was more concerned about my injuries. Once I managed to lie / convince her that I was ok, she joked that she would have to clean the rest of her car to match the side I’d wiped. Mind you Khama was achieved later in the day when the bike slipped off its side stand when I was taking a photo.