On March 25, 1995, I went riding with two guys I had met only a week earlier. Trying to show off on a twisty section of Route 29-211 near Sperryville, I ran off the road and into a ditch. I was leading the pack and the guy behind me described the crash as "spectacular". The bike was totalled; I managed to walk away from the accident. A state trooper arrived and, without even asking me if I was okay, promptly issued me a ticket.
