This isn't it: After a day of blasting around on some great dirt roads at the Calabogie Boogie Dual Sport ride, I pulled this awesome move five minutes before the lunch stop on the second day. I had a blast on the Tiger all weekend, but I am a dirt neophyte and a major problem for me is throttle control and coaxing the bike around corners that are full of marbles. After this incident I've decided to learn the how of it on a smaller, lighter bike. We had just popped out from a great section of close two track, and the road opened up, smooth, wide, and fresh graded. In my head I sensed an opportunity to back off and finally get a handle on the bike and tire behaviour when you are on the wrong line, ploughing through a bunch of loose gravel. Things were starting to make some sense. On this mild downhill left, coming in too fast (naturally) I drifted out of the clean tire track towards the outside, which was a layer of the freshest loosest stuff a few feet wide. The bike started to plough through and I couldn't bring it around. At this point I compounded my increasingly serious mistake by looking at the grass on the shoulder where I was about to go, and recognizing that I wasn't going to get out of this one. The front was just washing through and I didn't have the chops to know how to save it. I ended up in the tall grass about a foot in, pleasantly surprised that there was still ground under there. Probably I was doing about 60kph; I will check my tracks later. That lasted maybe 20 feet before my luck ran out. The ground dropped away into a ditch, the bike dropped and bounced violently, turned into the road sharply and high-sided me into low orbit. I launched off sideways, landed on my right arse cheek, bounced onto my back where I landed flat, hit the back of my helmet, and skidded to a halt head first. I had clipped my left kneecap on the way over; I had Shift knee and shinpads on, but I guess it was too low, or I hit it from the top. Other than a bruised kneecap and ego, I was totally unscathed. I sat up, did an internal audit, and swore. The bike damage: incredibly minimal. Which, in hindsight, is extra incredible. The point where the ground dropped away was a culvert emerging from under the road. With speed I cleared the culvert, and as far as I can tell the front rim rolled up over the far edge where the ground came up again, the skid plate ploughing a furrow into the ground before everything went sideways. Ewan surveys the swath I carved into the earth with my masterful skills: I had always assumed the weak-looking givi racks would crumple at the first sign of trouble: The mount at the footpeg may be marginally bent, but won't know until I have a detailed look tomorrow. Otherwise they are perfect. I had no boxes or bags on at the time. I was looking for an excuse to get proper handguards anyway: Amazingly, the plastic guard was totally fine, but the bar-end plug sheared, causing the throttle tube to collapse and bind. We had to saw it off, which also ruined my precious grip heater . OEM crash bars were fine. Minor rash on the RHS plastics. And the biggest surprise, the OEM 'skid plate' which is universally, ahem, 'bashed' as being terrible, emerged without issues, after a serious bashing indeed. We sawed off the bar end, straightened the mirrors and drove to lunch. I got ice on my bruised knee and a tot of Jameson this evening for my bruised ego. A lucky outcome indeed.