On Sunday I entered my first GP. Novice class. Parade lap was great - very fun track. Race started, and I intentionally held back to let most everyone go ahead. Third turn, some guy hits me, runs me into a tree. Broken arm in three places, and surgery yesterday. Plate, pins, the works. There was no reason in the world for him to hit me, either. The track was basically wide open where it happened. To make matters worse, he broke my front brake lever. He kept on going. He was riding a Honda and wearing red, so that narrows it down to about 50 guys. Oh well. Stuff happens. This hasn't dampened my enthusiasm for riding a bit.