Could've been worse. My son and I went two-up on a camping trip in July. We arrived at the campground after 8 hours of riding and the office failed to tell me that our site was at the bottom of a steep gravel-strewn road. Halfway down the front tire washed out and we went over the right side. Broke the front signal off and scraped the fuck out of the fairing and hard saddlebag of my once beautiful blue Triumph Trophy.