I hope to write a RR soon, maybe this weekend if I find the time...with pictures. The short story is that it was 30 miles into 1000 miles of dirt. It was one of those long gravel highways. It was rainy and wet. I came over a small hill, was two far too the right, and not yet fully in the gravel/dirt mindset. I hit the deeper gravel to the outside, and let off the gas... The pig ploughed, and I high-sided. Amazingly the jesse bag took all the force, and there was barely a scratch on the bike. It still mounted solid (BMW mounts) and closed. It's just deformed. I sprained my ankle, but not enough to stop riding on it 8 more days.