And blam! Zak was cruising in front of me on a cool forest service road when he hit a spot of mud and went down in a flurry of bike, dirt, and dust. Zak takes a quick breather as I extract DR from the downed trees along the road. Tib-Fib bashed but structurally OK, oil cooler pushed back into the tank, speedo ripped out. No leaks! Ride on!