It's amazing how much can run through one's mind while an accident is unfolding.
Running errands in the neighborhood, I was almost taken out by a young lady in an econobox as she turned left in front of me to enter (what else?) a shopping mall. There was a truck in the left lane that blocked her view of me, and I was already taking it easy because of that potential blind spot... good thing! Despite a lingering head cold, my mind and reactions were on enough to get on the binders hard... and of course, she stopped her car right in my path!
I over applied the rear brake, as the weight shift lightened the rearend, so the wheel started sliding, and then started a slow fishtail weave. I shifted weight to keep it upright as we crept closer and closer to the car, the now-wide-eyed lady trying to figure out what her next move would be. Thankfully, she finally decided to keep moving into the parking lot, just as my V came to a complete stop inches from what would have been the impact zone.
All this time, I'm thinking, "Dammit, move! Am I about to drop this thing? No! I'm gonna save it! Yes! Uh-oh, backend is coming around, lean a little... okay got it back, but she's not moving! MOOOOVE! Thank god, she got the message! Whew! Dammit you fool!"
So, my Versys is still just as pretty as when I first fired it up this morning (except for the small flat spot on the rear rubber), my body is intact and all is well. And in retrospect, I am so very glad I was wearing my safety gear just in case.