So, I decided Friday that with my wife working all weekend, I should journey to Deal's Gap. I loaded up my Sinus Blue 96 Twinspark R1100RT/R1150R (yes, no lie) that night and slept in to have energy for the next day. The plan was to hit the gap Saturday morning, peruse the local roads and shops, sleep in Franklin, and hit the Cherohala skyway on the way back to Birmingham. The clouds did not look inviting, but the rain chance was at 30 percent: Notice the 30 percent clouds. No worries, I've packed the right stuff. I left about 7am, and within 30 minutes the bottom fell out. For 150 miles! Rain gear worked flawless (cheapo stuff from Cycle Gear, but worked well for 30 bucks) Entering Chattanooga on I-24 and passing the Welcome Center, I changed lanes from left to right at approx 65mph. As I entered the right side of the right lane, the front end let go. I steered full lock to the left and in an instant the front came back. WOW. Then exactly 1/10 of a second after I thought I just survived a pucker moment- BAM! Low sided. I was on my belly in the slow lane facing sideways, and knowing I had thin summer mesh under my rain gear, decided to "mummy roll" rather than slide. ( I HATE ROAD RASH!) I held in tight and rolled for over 100 feet, until I was doing about 20mph or so, then threw out my arms and slid to a stop. JUMPED! up and ran to my poor steed, front tire still spinning, dumping oil everywhere from her left valve cover. I picked her up, and everyone is trying to get around me, un concerned with the carnage that just unfolded in my small insignificant world. One car stopped and four medical students jumped out, yelling for me to lay back down. I refused, explaining to them I never even closed my eyes during the rolls, no extremely hard hits occurred, and once my bike was off the road I would check myself over. I must have looked like the inside of a recycle bin, there were yellow and black shards of rainsuit flopping around all over me. I tore them off and checked myself. Pretty damn good! Bent over, reached up and over, rolled my neck, no pain or "weird feelings". I quickly assessed the damage and determined the valve cover needed sealed up and that was it. I asked the kids for a ride, and they accepted. But, there was another motorist, and this other motorist called 911, so I had to stay at the scene, which I was pissed about for two reasons. I was stuck there watching my free ride to freedom drive off while I was in the rain, and I was stuck in an embarrassing moment with no escape. I persuaded the lady to pull her car off the interstate to the next exit or back up to the rest stop, but she was too scared to drive because "I have a baby in the back!". She was pissed at me, like I purposely almost got ran over by her. F@$# her, I'm pushing my bike to the rest area/welcome center. And there I waited for a while and tried to remain calm, wondering if I was going to drop dead when the adrenaline wore off. I didn't obviously, and I just have to thank God for letting my life continue past Saturday. The cop came and left, so I got on the phone with Pandora BMW to get a valve cover: Nothing in stock, damn. I called a cab, and had him bring me to an auto parts store or Wally world, whichever was closer. He took me to wally, and wouldn't you know, they had all I needed. A few quarts of oil, four sticks of JB putty, brake cleaner, towels, boots, rain suit, and some caffeine for 100 bucks! Sweeeeet! Arriving back to my bike, the sun suddenly appeared. I assessed the damage, and found this: . Glove box, left fairing, mirror, valve cover, valve cover guard (not much of one, plastic and never re-using those) case cover are tore up quite badly. Clutch lever has just a little circle abrasion. I cleaned the bike's wounds, sealed the valve cover from inside and out, finding one bolt stripped from the impact, and ended up with a rather nice cludge, even adding meat in case I fell again!!! I filled the bike with my high budget funnel: And went inside while the fix cured and assessed my damages. Two small scrapes on my hips, a hurt knuckle from the abrasion with the inside of the glove, and a scrape on my calf from the initial impact. My 2 piece was full of holes, my shoei was gouged, my boots were ground into the steel toe on the left side. Gloves were in great shape, but no longer waterproof. Pictures of my gear and the continuation of my adventure at a later time, I need to go to sleep and limp around at work. Two days later the bruises are catching up. Feels like someone threw me off a bridge with no water underneath. But I feel so great, like life has a renewed beauty! It was worth it, somehow.