Mike wrote:
Wow. That's a brave move. Respect due.

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A few years ago I was in the Lake District. Can't remember the exact location but there is a wide ford with a wooden foot bridge and a nice cafe just on the other side (perhaps someone knows it). Anyway, we were paddling in the ford with my son and I noted that the bed of the ford was concrete with a liberal coating of green slime. I was just thinking how fortunate it was that we had parked the car on the other side and walked over the bridge when I saw a group of bikes arrive at the far side.
The first was a custom which pulled up at the side of the road. The second was a tourer - either an RT or something very similar (I don't honestly remember now). The guy was two-up and he just went straight for the ford. He got about six feet before the bike low-sided, throwing his passenger into the river upstream while the bike slipped off the concrete bed and ended up wedged half over the lip at the edge.
You can just imagine the scene. One very wet female passenger, the bike well and truly wedged with water washing around and over it. Took about six of us to get the bike out of the water and on to dry land. When I left the apologising had just started - I wouldn't have liked to be in his shoes.