Particularly shitty wet and windy weather, as only the coast can do in wintertime. Coming up over the racehill in Brighton, heading down (appropriately enough) Bear road. Huge gust of wind plonks me and my DT125 straight onto the tarmack. As I lay there, undamaged but slightly stunned, this guy that had been walking his dog comes over. He stands there looking down at me, and shouts over the noise of the still racing engine, "I used to have a bike just like that!". Then turns around and promptly fucks off. The most surreal reaction to any crash I've had!