A group of us took off this morning from HB en route to Death Valley, beautiful day - we head east on the 190 off the 395 about 10 miles in and there is a truck with a toy haulert attached pulled off to the right, mom, dad two boys and their Dog are 150 feet out in the dirt off the road. The Dog hears us and it bolts towards the road, I watch the guys in front of me pass the camper without incident I think change lanes and sight an exit, now I'm passed the camper I pull back in the lane look in my mirrors and I watch the dog take out my friends front wheel. Right now I'm in Lone Pine at the Southern Inyo hospital waiting for family to get here and pick up Fred. Fred ain't dead and crashing sucks- he's got a busted tibia, scraps and Is going to be OK. He had full gear on and it worked! Fuck crashing sucks. We got rooms in Lone Pine and going to get steaks and drink heavily later - will ride back tomorrow. Will come back and do Death Valley later- Be safe eyes up look where ya wanna go and watch for families and their dog.