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.