We hit the road when we saw a 12 hour window of rainfree riding. Alphie was still reluctant to ride freeways. We found a backroad. It kept getting to be less and less a road. We crested a hill and the way down was rutted loose gravel. Always forward. I took the indian down and lost it. I looked back and my sons were waiting at the top to see just how bad it might be before they headed down. But they did come to my aid and help get the bike picked up. Then Jared admitted he forgot to get a picture and could I just drop it again to make sure we had photos. We have photos so you know what happened.