I've been riding about 5 years now, mostly for commuting, and I've racked up about 100,000 miles. I've had many close calls: the left-turners, the over-the-line-in-a-blind-curve folks. the sudden lane-changers, and the drunks/sleepyheads/texters/ragers. And of course deer, turkeys, bears, foxes, porcupines, vultures, dogs, skunks and recently a wolverine (not a close call but worth a mention, LOL). Potholes, oil, sand, gravel, furniture, tools, carpets, cinderblocks, scrap metal, wire, glass, etc. etc., I've avoided hitting or being hit by many, many things in the last 5 years. I learned early on to maintain high situational awareness, and always check my six as I come to a stop for a light or sign (or whatever). But this morning I was totally taken unawares by a driver who had stopped behind me at a red light, then proceeded to go when the left-turn signal for the lane to our left went green (main intersection light remained red). I don't think that even if I'd been watching in my mirror, I could have pulled ahead in time, but it still annoys me to realize I never thought of this before. In all fairness to this driver, I have to admit that when I saw the green, I instinctively cracked the throttle...so I can't judge her too harshly. But I caught my mistake before I released the clutch. She did not. A second later, as she began to move forward, the nose of her Civic buried itself under the very strong Markland trunk extender on the GL500, lifting the rear wheel slightly off the ground as the car's bumper struck the rear tire and the part of the subframe below the signal lights and license plate. I had my left foot down, and as the bike bucked me off before falling on its right side, my shin barked the left footpeg, leaving a welt and a small but nasty scrape. I landed unsteadily on my right foot, then let my momentum carry me into a roll onto my right shoulder. I am proud that I didn't stick my hands out as I fell- that could have been bad. I also remembered not to try to hang on. There was nothing over to the right to hurt me, fortunately. I got to my feet and shut off the bike. As I confirmed I was OK and started looking after my bike, a big dude half my age and about a foot taller than me appeared out of nowhere and picked up the bike. I thanked him. "Be safe" he said as he walked away. "I'm tryin', brother", I told him. The driver approached me... she was pretty upset, and ready to accept all blame. "Why didn't you stop?" I asked. "I DID stop! The green arrow... it was... confusing..." I frowned, then I remembered that I'd watched in the mirror as she stopped. And I remembered that I'd blipped my throttle at that sight of green. I was a block from my destination and had been eager to arrive at work on time. We both felt foolish... her more so, of course. Anyway... subframe bent slightly, part of the plastic fender cracked/chewed away, slightly bent right engine guard, and more damage to the right pannier, which has seen better days. The stressed-member engine (to which the engine guard is bolted partially), the structural frame of the bike and the sturdy Prolink swingarm never felt it, apparently. After work, it took a few minutes curbside to make sure the fender wouldn't rub the wheel anymore, and that all lights, etc. worked. There's a bolt-on crossbar that runs between the light brackets; I unbolted it, turned it around so it was now bowed out instead of in, and that relaxed the tension on the fender. No funny noises from the final drive or transmission, no wobbling. The rear wheel, AFAIK by just riding home on it, is fine. She'd asked if I wanted to report it, but since I am unhurt except for a scratch, I have spares for all affected parts, I can easily do the work myself, and the 37-yr-old bike with over 100,000 miles on it is worth very little to an insurance company (and I didn't want to deal with the down-time while all that got sorted out), I accepted her token of $100 cash instead. I thought for a heartbeat about squeezing her for more (and probably could have done so easily), but it didn't seem right, under the circumstances. Her civic is probably gonna cost some serious bucks to fix. Hood deeply dented and gouged (thank you, Markland!), plastic fascia and bumper, too. The little chromed plastic "H" fell off; I picked it up and handed it to her, with some satisfaction. Sure, she won't get her premium raised, but she didn't get away without paying for her mistake.