I was a courier on a GT750 with rubbish shocks on a job from from a hospital to labs, jokingly named, "the blood, s**t & piss run" (sorry johnr) Approaching Clacket Lane Services there was a bump in the road which was best absorbed by lifting up off the saddle. What I had forgotten was that I'd forgotten my bungee that day and decided to sit on my throwover panniers instead. So I hit the bump, lifted up and the panniers containing the samples ended up on the M25! A very understanding cop at the services retrieved the panniers and I delivered the battered box and exited stage left pronto! Never hearing any more of it, I guess I got lucky!