My saga: the last time I rode, I was with a buddy on a rural divided four-lane. Bright, sunny Sunday afternoon. We had trailered ourselves outside the city to avoid the nutjobs, and have a nice, stress-free run up the hills and back. We were on our way back to where we had parked our truck and trailer...me on my Hog and my friend on his new Indian...and we got passed by a hillbilly towing a small boat trailer. Then, all of a sudden, the boat trailer was beside us...but the hillbilly's pickup truck was down the road. The trailer started to spin...my buddy went into the median, and I went off into the shoulder...both laying our bikes down. And when we got up, we made our way back to our truck...drove back to civilization...and sold the bikes.