Over the weekend I find myself riding on a narrow rural road and came upon a group of four or five cruisers parked while they pick up the lead bike. It seems the lead cruiser crested the hill that revealed a slight right bend onto a one lane low water crossing in the Texas Hill Country. These are well known for just how slippery and slimy they can be. At a glance he either braked or tried to turn while on the slime and the front end washed out. Probably happened at 5 mph or so. No injuries or damage that I could see. There are cars on the other side waiting for the crossing to clear, and the downed rider's pillion is standing beside the bike in the inch or so of running water on the crossing. I filtered to the front of the stopped riders who were all off their bikes watching or helping, and see that once this bike is upright there should be room to safely cross beside it and leave this all behind. Up till now had been an exercise in track standing and slowly creeping forward towards this obviously treacherous obstacle (sarcasm). I'm on the Tiger with full luggage. Their bike is almost up as I approach, and the pillion just stands there beside it, blocking the line I had hoped to use. Looks like she is expecting to get back on right there and nobody has asked her to walk across and wait. I stop and put one foot down after lining up for a straight approach onto the crossing. Finally the downed bike is moving again, gingerly the rider gets across with both feet duckwalking, all the while the pillion is taking baby steps to avoid slipping as she follows. I lift my foot and begin a slow pace across the slime, following the girl, all the while never slipping or spinning a tire. It takes longer than I could have ever imagined it would to ride across, but it is a phenomenal experience in balance and traction control as I really enjoy little challenges like this. At the other end of the crossing the road goes steeply uphill and turns to the right. Once the way is clear between the waiting car and the edge of the road I carry just enough speed to get the bike started up the hill. Spun the back wheel just a tad as it leaves the water onto the uphill section, then get traction without any fuss and motor on. I'm quite proud of managing this without ever dabbing, spinning, or otherwise embarrassing myself. I smile and wave to the Lay-er-downer and roll on down the road. All I could think was how I wish there were video of this episode, and what might have crossed the minds of the cruiser-face crowd as they watched this demonstration of how to cross this creek at less than waking speed without dropping the bike. It might have been interesting to stop and see how well the rest of the group fared, but I preferred riding to watching that crew have a go at it. Hopefully they all made it across safely and had a good ride without further incident. Anyone else have similar experiences of personal daring-do where an opportunity to employ practiced skills presented itself? Where, pray-tell, have you found the perfect line?