Against my better judgement, I went out for a quick solo ride 2 weeks ago. The temperature was not what I wanted, a high of 49 degrees forecast, but I needed to ride. I headed out and after crossing Poteau Mountain, arrived at one of my top 5 favorite single track trails. I attacked the trail as if I were racing again. Caught air off several jumps, sliding through the corners, even overcooked one corner and as I was sliding off of the trail while braking, aimed the outside corner of my handlebars at the tree and gassed it. Bank shot off of the tree that put me back out on the trail quickly. This is not for the faint of heart, Mike and I crashed A LOT while learning this technique. Once through this trail, I headed for the 4 way trail and rode all 4 trails out. I was staying pretty warm back in the woods, but had to get back out on the road now. I ate 7 miles of road up in a hurry, it was cold out on the open road with no trees around. I ducked back into the woods and this is where my story should have ended. I should have gone on back to my truck, but I was having a good day riding single track. Soon I was riding hard again as I rode around the north side of the mountain. I was sliding through a corner sideways when I realized I was on frozen tundra. It was hard to tell which was more slick, the ice or the mud. What seemed like a slow motion crash that took 30 seconds to play out, in reality took about a second and a half. At first I was sliding one way, then I cranked on the bars and shifted my weight to the other side and gassed it. This leads to severe overcorrection, so I do my best Mary Lou Retton impersonation of ... well okay, it probably looked closer to a wounded duck that had been shot while trying to fly off the motorcycle. Just when it looked like I might actually save it, the bike pitched me hard, and as I am being slammed to ground, realize that ... I am still a slave to gravity. As I am bouncing/sliding on the frozen turf and thinking that wasn't so bad, the bike is about half a second from hammering me into the ground like tent peg. Okay, it's officially a good single track ride now ... I'm tired, cold, wet, late and hurting. Did I mention I have a 300 pound motorcycle pinning me down on the ground. It took a while but I crawled out from under it, made sure nothing was broke (me - not the bike), started my trusty steed and limped back to the truck. Remember kids, don't try this at home, I'm a trained professional.