I'll go with a cracked frame.
So, a friend and I were all ready for two days of Sierra riding fun, when the weather reports were predicting thunderstorms. Crappo! We decided to go anyway, as the morning of, it was looking better (who needs weather reports).
I arrive at said friends house to find him in the garage, head in hands, he says his rear suspension on his ST2 is shot. Off the stand the bike is dropped as low as it will go, and up on the stand doesn't change much. We inspect the rear shock and can't seem to see anything wrong, no visible leaks, spring is fine, it's all attached fine, WFT?!
Then we notice a tiny problem with the engine bolt and frame.
Just a little frame crack that sheared off the bolt on the other side.
After breakfast and several bloody mary's for my friend, he's off to research what the F to do about not having a frame and I'm off to make the best of a solo ride.
Weather seems fine at Donner lake.
The condo hasn't burned down and the scotch is still there.
Sunset still works. Let's see what tomorrow brings.
Donner lake still looks good early AM.
My tail bag kludge still works. Rock solid. Who says you can't put bags on an 848.
All quite along the Truckee river.
The roads all to myself.
Really, I do have arms, despite what the shadow says.
All quiet at Lake Tahoe. Where is everyone. Scared off by thunderstorms I guess. Or maybe they had cracked frames too.
Too busy riding to snap any more photos. Wentworthsprings Rd and Ice House Rd were deserted and spectacular. No thunderstorms. Just lots of dead squirrels getting eaten by Ravens. Perfect.