Had a great weekend in Hot Springs at the 7th Annual Eastern Rendezvous. That is . . . until this morning. Just a few miles east of the campground along 25/70 I encountered a diesel spill. I thought it was just the water that you typically see when a pickup drains the rainwater out of its bed on an uphill. The smack of the asphalt informed me that this was not water. Bike slid out from me faster than I could blink. I hit the pavement (low-side on the left) and pushed the bike away. I tumbled along, falling deeper in love with my Motoport gear. And the bike did a high-side (or 2 or 3). A passing motorist stopped and helped me get the bike up and pushed to the inside corner of the road. I grabbed my phone and called TorqueWrench back in the campground. When I got a hold of him, I told the motorist I was okay and for them to head on. I told TorqueWrench what had happened and where and to have Rick warn everyone leaving camp about the spill. Then the bike's sidestand sunk in and the bike fell over again (musta been tired from all the riding on Saturday). You'll notice that the headlight surround is completely detached (except for some wires). As you can see from the abrasion on the TOP of my luggage . . . the bike must have spent some time sliding with the tires in the air. Skidlid arrived and helped me right the GS. And then more ADVers from camp showed up (Rob, TorqueWrench, Land, some folks I never did officially meet . . . and the tow guy, and the highway patrol, and the fire dept.) Thanks to superior gear, I was pretty much uninjured . . . . but decidedly unhappy about how the day was turning out. Rob drove me back into camp with TorqueWrench. And then the Kiehna family just kept on giving. Rick's sister, Karen, offered to take me to Asheville. So I loaded my gear in her car and we headed to town. Along the way, we drove past the scene again. The DOT folks had shoveled a bunch of sand along the 100 yards of spill (making matters worse probably). But as we went further along that road . . . you could see the spill go on for a couple of miles. Looks to me like a big rig didn't put the cap back on an underbelly tank. Anyway, got to Asheville . . .got me a snazzy Kia Spectra rental car and drove home. I'll be returning on Tuesday to pick up the GS. Thanks again to all of you ADVers who stopped to check on me, help, etc. And those of you in camp who made sure I was feeling okay.