Yesterday I took a ride down the Gunflint Trail in northern Minnesota. It wasn't the greatest plan but oh what an adventure! I fell after enough ice jammed between the front fender and wheel to screw up the handling. Very soft landing on snow. Broke my right footpeg mount. Some kind folks in a pickup helped me back to Hwy 61 and I limped back to Burnsville on my own. My wife decided to take the car instead of her bike (she took this picture). My wife is smarter than me.
"Veni, Vidi, Velcro"-- I came, I saw, I stuck around.