crash

Nancy and I had decided on sushi for dinner. We embarked across the pasture on the scooter to get to the street and found that one lone pocket of mud on the way out. It was like a slow motion cartoon. The back of the bike wanted to go forward and the front of the bike wanted to go backward. Damn those things are heavy, especially when your standing in a mud hole and your feet keep slipping out from under you. Good thing Nancy is strong. Does this make me a statistic? We were wearing our helmets.