Back in Nov or Dec 2000 I was ridind on a 35 degree day, sunny and dry but cold. I'd been out for damn near an hour (freezing my ass off) and I decided to go home. I turned at an intersection, no paint, no oil, no gravel, just a damn cold d207 sidewall. I lowsided at about 25. No big deal. Just a couple of bruises and a badly damaged ego. The bike was just cosmetic.