1. you politely ask a pedestrian whether you're heading in the right direction for Eastcote station. Pedestrian-bloke, exhales in that slightly disaproving 'rather-you-than-me-mate-kinda-of-way' and announces "...it'll take you 25-20mins if you're lucky". You follow his directions to the letter and get there in four mins flat and your speed doesn't even hit the twenties.
2. On your return journey a woman in a Nissan Micra broadsides you brilliantly and you lay in a crumpled heap with your head resting next to her cars' dislodged and smashed broken wing broken. Having checked the bike is ok you leave her visibly shaken, possibly needing some counciling support and repeating her "I'm so sorry I didn't see you" mantra for the fifteenth time
3. Your shoulder really hurts and you're contemplating going down to the cellar to get the turbo out for this weekends riding. No!!!!!!!